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11-15-2013, 01:20 AM
Czernobog paused, lifting his head as the tell-tale crackle of trampled leaves echoed into the silence of his mind, and worked his jaw thoughtfully upon nothing. The unicorn, pallid and imposing as she was, would not easily have been overlooked, and had her intentions been less virtuous he had to admit that it would have been quite beyond his capabilities to defend himself. He was not what he had once been; even tigers lose their teeth.
He returned her nod with one of his own, offering a genuine, if subdued, smile. “Well met.”
A bit old fashioned.
Well...it suited.
But what had brought the sable stallion to the threshold, or – more importantly – what would be an acceptable excuse? He had not come this far for his own pleasure. On its own the place had little more to offer him than he’d had out in the wild spaces between landmarks worth naming. He did not dream of brighter futures now that so much of his time was behind him. He didn’t dream much at all, come to think of it, about anything.
Settling back slightly on his haunches in an effort to relieve aching muscles, Czernobog answered, “Looking for civilization, you could say. Road trips aren’t exactly my area.” There was something undeniably personable in rough edges of his voice and the grizzled planes and angles of his face. He had never been much to look at and his movements unfolded more like a child’s untidy scrawl than poetry, but he spoke with surprising warmth. He’d always been good with others.
The irony.
“Name’s Czernobog,” he offered at length, inclining his head slightly. “Has my search paid off?”
Czernobog
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
