If it's scary, close your eyes

[PRIVATE] If it's scary, close your eyes

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459

Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan

07-26-2014, 08:34 AM

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"Who wouldn't be jealous? Such a massive backside will provide plenty of shade for those standing next to it" he laughed teasingly as the dragon screeched in indignation on the rocketing rump of the girl; the wicked gleam still there in the eyes as Amaris charged at him. It was an easy leap forward to avoid her charge, and when she reached out to nip at him he was already gone; like a dancer he moved, swift and elegant while the rippling muscles beneath the gleaming coat whispered of hidden strength rarely used to its full extent these days. The stallion retaliated with a flick of his own tail, intended to whip up into the face of the half-dragon; then he tried to nip her flank before dancing away again, daring her to give chase with a toss of the neck and another barking laugh.

In the meantime, Fajira ha launched herself up from the suddenly so uncomfortable perch and joined in with the game, uttering little warbles and screeches from her throat as she darted about the horses. Delighting in the good-natured play fight she took to bursting little puffs of fire towards them at random intervals, trying to force them both to make sudden stops and turns as not to get burned or have the tail on fire.

Overall, Lace thought this was a fairly good way of passing the time. The young mare had his heart aching with affection just by being there, he felt surges of pure, untarnished happiness pass through the system. It was warm, it was sweet, it was healing and comfortable and he could have stayed like this forever.
"Why can't we stay like this forever?" Fajira wondered without pausing in the game, and Lace had to ask himself the same thing. What was this bittersweet emotion welling up within the soul that whispered of partings, of more time spent alone wondering what the children of his heart was doing? Who said he couldn't be with them, couldn't stay where they were and share in their lives?

The thoughts swallowed him up so completely that the grullo suddenly slowed down in the game and stopped, brow furrowed and the eyes blurred, so absent that his soul might as well have left the body. The White hissed irritably at him, but Lace didn't care, couldn't bother right now; he had to figure this out.