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08-01-2016, 09:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-07-2016, 08:59 PM by Sarah.
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What do the gulls know? Their creaking voices fill the air, but not with music. Not with anything worth hearing. Caneo watches them in silence as he treads across the sand, his thin mane rippling in the constant breeze. He knows this place; when last he visited, he sought something he now fears lost forever. It was as lonely then as it is now.
He moves like a ghost along the dunes, long-strided and near-silent, pale even against the sand. A piece of winter cast off from its native home, he shines coldly in the Tallsun day. The inherent brilliance of his coat burns bright and slick. And under that, he’s lean and narrow muscle, long bones and sharp angles, a boy made of wires grown at last into something else. He pauses as he crests one of the dunes and his long face swings into the wind, eyes narrowed to blue slits. He might wait, as he did long ago, but patience evaporates from his gaze. If he is no longer the boy, if his heart now clutches things in its teeth and refuses to let go... he must be prepared for the scavengers when they come.
The sound loosed from his throat is high and thin, an arrow fashioned from laughter. Thunder hides nowhere in his chest; even his battle cry is a narrow, swooping thing. Leaping from the top of the dune, he canters a handful of exaggerated strides before breaking to a trot. He has no desire to waste his energy fighting in deep sand, but the easier footing just beyond the water’s reach reminds him of home. His brain knows how to move in sand like this without conscious effort. And if he chooses proximity to water subconsciously as well... at least Caneo understands his routes.
He shakes his head as he moves, at once anxious and a little annoyed. Surely there is someone, in all the cluster of the Throat’s allies, who is willing to help break him, to crack what exists and in its place forge something new? Because Helovia is harmless, but Caneo doesn’t want to be. Because the next time he meets something with teeth, he wants to pull them out one by one and dismantle it.
we set them up all night
just to watch them fallingWC: 376/800
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Notes: Open spar! Prefer someone with a similar amount of vp, but eh. Setting is daytime, Endless Blue, hot with a slight breeze. Ophiria isn't with him.
* violence & magic use always permitted *
Do not tag Caneo unless you are starting a new thread you would like me to see! Thank you!
