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07-21-2016, 03:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-21-2016, 03:40 AM by Sikeax.
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i never said i'd stay to the end
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go home yet. There was something about heading south once more that made her uncomfortable, but a long list of reasons could easily be driven from her head. She was scared of fire, the heat burned her skin, she was scared to swim, an unholy thing to hear for a woman who can breathe underwater, who loved the sea with everything that she had, but it was true. Since the incident with the skeletons, she had been scared and nervous on shorelines, desperate in that she knew that they would need her at some point, pained by the fact that she hadn’t gotten enough courage to make the leap or plunge yet.
Hobgoblin had scolded her for it, and encouraged her in the only loving way he knew, which was through violence and deepening her into her fears.
She needed to return to the Throat. The thought kept rolling over in her head as she watched idly as Hobgoblin ‘hunted’ fireflies, his slender, sleek form bounding and lunging as he sprung atop seemingly spring-loaded legs. They fall prey and possibly end their lives when both his claws and paws cusp their glowing bodies. He doesn’t eat them. These are just for sport.
His energy makes him swell at the walls of his body, but this one is the one most capable of extorting it to the fullest extent. So, when he feels that the fireflies are beginning to bore him and that Sikeax’s conflictions have gone on too long, his legs burst out from beneath him, and he is gone.
For her, it is nothing. She feels almost too tired to take chase, but as always, she doesn’t want to be left alone. Need forces her to follow, moving at a slow pace as he sprints onward.
This carries on for some time. He spends himself rather quickly, and as she hunts for him, trailing paths that can’t possibly be his but still could be his, calling out for him mentally to no avail.
And when at last, when she feels that she will never find him or anything at all, the Gods present her with the presence of two mares.
Their conversation has already begun by the time that’s caught them, arriving late to the party. She arrives just in time to catch a single name. Elspeth.
In the moonlight, they’re both true symbols of beauty. The low lighting seems to give them the touch they desire, the darker of three almost seems to be crafted just to be seen in its light, and so suddenly, she feels as if she is the dull one. She is taller than both, a plain slate against two fine murals. Her coat doesn’t drink in the milky light like fine wine, nor does it seemingly illuminate in its glow.
A short amount of words keeps her from speaking straight away. She is simply just too caught in the displays of feminine beauty to-
“Gaaaayyy.”
Oh, shut up.
“You gay. You very gay.”
He strolls in like he owns the place, with lazy pride and no acknowledgement to anyone. Even when he was situated himself atop Sikeax’s back, resting with his limbs and tail limp, yellow eyes studying the two females to see what all of her ‘thoughts’ are about, he finds nothing about them truly mesmerizing as she seems to, but that’s just his opinion.
“Get going.”
She wishes she could hit him as she clears her throat, trying to subtly announce herself. “Uhh..” That’s not how you do it. “I’m Sikeax, the Sun Physician for the Dragon’s Throat.” That’s better. “How are each of you tonight?”
Her voice exchanges for a more collected tone, soft, sweet, as welcoming as she can manage to make it despite the fact that there has always been something about the Threshold that makes her uneasy. Hopefully, it’ll make up for her possible embarrassment of an entrance earlier.
OOC: Hobgoblin is in his black serval form.
when both us knew how the end always is
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
