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The golden devil spots her as he traipses leisurely along the edge of the wooded threshold, slinking through the shadows with graceful, languid strides that only stir a whisper of sound as he passes unnoticed. Amber eyes, bright and crafty, surf with disinterest over his surroundings, the endless throng of green that is Birdsong stretches out before him, the soft, frail blades of grass crushed beneath the path of his hooves as they dig into the soft soil. The unicorn stops, enshrouded in solitude of the long, dark specters of the shadows cast by tree limbs above his horned head. He swings his gaze as the winged figure, gray in color like a fleeting summer storm with feathered appendages a cloud-white, glides easily over the tops of the trees. Instinctively he glowers as he watches her, eyes trained on the gentle pull of her wings as they catch the wind beneath their expanse, allowing her to ride the current for as long as it would let her.
Unhurried and not particularly bothered to speak to her – for why should he? – he is content to sit and watch in silent rumination of the situation. It was odd for a lone winged cousin to be so far from the confines of the southern lands of the Throat, unless perhaps this was a loner who had chosen to embrace the wilderness of Helovia alone. Many dangers lurked in hiding, despite the apparent peace that lingered over the lands, it would be… unfortunate should something befall such a pretty girl. With wicked wonder he continues to follow the flight of the stranger, thoughts twirling and weaving themselves into something more intricate, more malevolent in nature. It was not often Shuler went out of his way for anyone or anything, but if there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything else, it was to play games. Perhaps there was more to this foreigner than what he perceived, the possibility of discovering some vestiges of vital information were tempting, and if not, than he might as well enjoy toying with her if the opportunity allowed it.
His mind made up, the aureate stallion stepped forward from the shadows in which he lingered, golden coat lit up by the sunlight that broke through the edges of the clouds cast against the blue backdrop of the sky. Obsidian tendrils of hair rest loftily against his golden skin, like threads of satin the fall across his face, his dark tail flicking idly against his hocks as he moves through to the clearest part of the thicket, eyes cast upward at the figure that passes over head.
“Hello there.”
His greeting is amiable, indifferent, and it is hopefully loud enough to catch her attention. He watches her now with what appears to be friendly bemusement, the barbed end of his horn turned upward as he attempts to follow her trail through the air. To any bystander the meeting would seem perfectly normal, surely would seem perfectly personable, and the fact that there was nothing nice at all beneath the surface of his expertly practiced façade would remain unnoticed. |
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