| Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None
Townsen |
Albrecht
At times, it seems the only way to keep the knot of coldness in his breast from spreading is to move - a lot. He’s used to fitful nights, the wearing process of snatching rare moments of sleep between bouts of suddenly jerking awake, those stolen moments of peace found more often under the glow of the sun than the cloak of the stars, but this seeping, leeching chill – there is no respite from it, only temporary delays. As frustrating and futile as it feels, he inevitably succumbs, rising and roaming at all hours, sometimes walking, sometimes galloping full tilt as if he might somehow outpace the curse he carries inside himself.
This evening is no different from the rest. He rouses, curled tight and shivering despite the warmth of the season and the cloud of steam drifting into his cave from the hot springs outside. Illogically, a shimmer of frost hangs from the tips of his whiskers, his uneven coat. Slowly and with obvious effort he rises, stuffing his muzzle into the wool at his chest with a mix of annoyance and desperation, removing its contents – mouthing the tooth caps into place, slipping the golden chain with malachite pendent over his head – and shaking himself to spread the dirty fabric across his maneless neck.
He pauses, staring down at his sleeping companion, momentarily debating the merits of waking him versus leaving him be, but the old stallions brows pinch upward, guilt staying his voice and touch. The young python is sprawled on the smooth stone of the cavern, his body warmed by the radiant heat against his belly, his lidless eyes soft and unfocused. All is quiet across their shared consciousness, an indication of the snakes deep, dreamless sleep.
Not wanting to disturb him, heart heavy with the image of the little constrictor balled tight against invading places, faces, and memories that aren’t his own – a sad side effect of their codependent relationship – he quietly slips out instead, jogging across the valley and through the towering sentinels, rolling into a long lope when he reaches more even ground of the tundra.
Here, at last, his muscles begin to churn with effort enough to create heat, his breath faintly steaming in the cooler air of the far north. After a time he slows, lifting his head to watch the last splashes of orange and pink bleed across the sky. Against this backdrop of color a sillohette descends, its massive wings beating with an audible shhhs of air being cut against wide, bladed feathers.
The blacks ears flick forward, wondering – hoping – if the color of those wings is tawny, black, and brown, but as he lifts his head in a throaty whinny, eyes still pinned to the unknown figure, an unfamiliar voice rises to cut him off.
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Wearing an Earth Amulet and :: [ Item: Tooth Caps | Offensive. A set of tooth caps like fangs. ]
"Alby talks" 'strom talks'
OOC // @Ru
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Rated M, R, NC-17, AO, 18+, NSFW
Tag dat azz! @Albrecht
Violence & Magic okay.
Wish - Away - OOC |
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Night Runner [Ru vs Albrecht]
