Alune had wandered far from the World's Edge, from the safe canopy of the Moon's thick forest and sharp edges, he had gone to the farthest coast and beyond. The crossing to the Island had been less than exciting, the low tide had made it considerably easier before the ocean came to claim what had been lost. A greedy maw of frothing foam and dark blue waters, tumultous in their motion and dedicated in their reclaiming. The air was no better, humid and heavy, it tasted of rainstorms and a hard night. There would be no going back to the mainland for the blue hued Goliath.

Even when the rain had hit, the tears hard and unrelenting on his hide to reduce his luminous looking locks to silver spirals which stuck wetly to his thick neck. The glistening scythes which crowned his head glistened and glowed with each fork of lightning which lashed across the sky, in the night and chaotic elements, they spoke of deadly intent — silent lullabies of danger and ribbon flesh. This lordly seer was not always the pious creature he appeared to be, and in the night he came forth as a beast blessed with the moon's touch. He had long grown used to the way the rain pelted off of him, soaking and revealing the ample amounts of hardened muscle and sinew which rippled beneath. Marked him as a man of action and not just a man of sweet stories and chivalrous words. Plate sized hooves made the ground groan and squelch unpleasantly under his lapis hooves, yield beneath his titanic mass as it moved with a grace which betrayed everything he appeared as now. He floated, serenely but determined over the ruined grasses and sucking mud in order to find a safe haven for the night.

He saw her then, out of the corner of his silver orbs, all curves and smoke. Like a phantasmal dream come to life with an exhaled breath to break the silence. A breath exhaled between lust and roving minds. A vision to be sure, the large stallion noted. Despite himself, he was still just a stallion, and he appreciated the curves and delicate but intentional dips which made her, her. The dragon which rested upon her withers did not escape his gaze either, a creature which body he hoped to become one with. To take shape and fly as they did. So far, his quest had been slow to start. One day soon, he would be glistening silver scales with crowns more impressive than the four which sat upon his head now. One day.


She was a vision that should not be out in a rainstorm no matter the reason. Alune's hooves stilled to a stop and he swung his chiselled head in her direction. "What brings a fair lady out in this weather?" He rumbled out, thick baritone like dark velvet against satin, neck outstretched to extend greetings towards her. "Surely, you would feel more comfortable out of the rain?" The Seer suggested, leonine tail resting with a flick against the mud and tarnished grasses.