Glittering gold eyes reflected the soldier’s handsome charm as his chiseled face; smooth and warm offered an inviting smile to the painted woman. Just being in her company was a treat, her voice the soothing song of contentment. He didn’t expect her to recognize his physique, as they had clashed in the darkness, wing in wing they escorted one another to the light- but out of respect he left the beauty to wonder in the light alone, retreating to the mask of darkness upon her revival of safety. Her image but a blur of ivory and autumn against the light of the sun against unfocused eyes, the sound of her voice was clarity of that night. Though only brief, they had shared a moment in time- discussing their histories, their heritage. They had painted a world of light, in the shadow of darkness but as all good things must come to an end, her grace of company was resisted; but not this time. She wouldn’t be let go- he didn’t want her to go, not now.

Obsidian legs shifted with cautious steps in advancement, curious to wonder why she seemed so standoffish; though he couldn’t blame her for being so upset, he had to admit- it wasn’t exactly such a sweet awakening. If it wasn’t for her sweet perfume, he would have never thought it’d be her, lazing about in the grass, hidden like a foal awaiting its dam. ”The shadows of the cave did your beauty no justice." He said fondly, admiring her from leg to tail. The way her dual toned hues blended to perfection, the fibers of her coat held a beautiful healthy sheen. Doing his best control the stallion urges when around such a lovely mare; he collected his mind and returned his golden gaze to her own velvet visage.

The wind pulled upon his steel threads as they pressed against the dapple kissed curvature of his nape; rippling like a stormy sea. He breathed into the air around him, chest rising and falling slowly with his deep breaths. His golden flared chest flexing, toned muscle rolling under smooth silver skin. Wings of onyx unfold, head turning to check upon his wounded and bleeding feather, a rather minor impact from the fall as it could have been much worse. Doing his best to shrug off the pain, he didn’t want to appear hurt and weak to this stunning lady; he turned his head slowly to gaze upon her again, giving her a good once over as his blazed muzzle extended in greeting. ”Are you alright?" Baritone vocals were soft, concerned. He too had taken a rather rough impact with the grounds, and unsure of what damage could have been done. His own wings folded in tight, cringing slightly as his feathers aligned with his ribs, the warmth and sting of blood dripping from his feather tips wasn’t pleasant; but it was just a scratch.

@[Nasreen]
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