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07-07-2014, 07:27 PM
This... is familiar. Heat blasts at eyes and face, rippling along the silver glint of the narrow stallion’s soft hide. It is the desert again, caught up to him at last and laughing as sweat darkens the hollows between limbs and body, the curves of his long, narrow neck. He travels onward anyway, drawn like a moth to the inferno. It is everywhere and nowhere, all at once. With every step the air shimmers, threatening to break open around him – and what behind it? What – what – lingers in the meadow? He steps forward without reverence; he has never known a god. Yet still something quiet, something frightened, stirs in the blue mirrors of his eyes. He looks upon an impossible being, a creature born of light and flame, standing in the midst of flowers – themselves like miniature sunbursts. Something in Caneo’s mind breathes run, but quivering he remains, drawn if nothing else by the sight of others lingering in that brilliant presence, their outlines flickering in the heat and shimmer of the day. It is the desert again and he is a child. Caneo blinks once at the girl he recognizes, but his steps lead away from her. Carefully, his cloven hooves place the narrow glint of his silver body on the fringes of the gathering – ever watching, hardly involved. He is not certain even what this place means but he wants to know. Then quietly the narrow head lifts up, the pale eyes narrowed as they peer at the god. “Good morning,” he murmurs. It seems only polite.  |
[ Caneo will be wanting a dragon snake. No previous refusals. I... hope I'm doing this correctly I'm not really sure how these work >.>' ]
