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06-16-2012, 10:22 PM
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Shadows, blue and black stalk in periphery and just beyond the edges of his sight. The traveler slows, hampered by the sudden jerk of his head - ever to the left. He oozes blood and reeks of easy prey, and the gold and fire of his coat fades as the clouds roll in on silent, high-up wind. Below their roiling anger presses hot and humid air, and the crack of his steps beneath the forest sounds. He resents the fear fleeting through his breast but masters it with a growl, another jerk of the head. Two shadows detach from the rest and become a thing of air and a thing of earth - two things, joined. They move as one. He stills to stare up first at the flyer. Muscles hewn of leather and steel draw hard beneath his coat but the flyer skates past on wings lit smoky blue. It smells of sun-cooked hide and smoke, smoke like the quiet mare it moves to meet. Slowly the traveler’s eyes fix on the mare but no fear lingers in his single brown eye. He has expected her; he searched long hours for this very creature in this very place and now stands rooted by exhaustion but fulfilled. The huff of breath fills the silence in between them, and he stretches down his neck as he turns his head to better see. ”Helovia.” The word rattles out in a voice like gravel, heavy with breath and the masculine rumble of a deep chest. He spends a second tasting it and watching her, unnerved by his own constant need to watch and never rest. He fears what he once took for granted; never again will skyborn shadows pass without a start and a jump in his pulse. Never again will any creature outside himself stand above suspicion. The traveler heaves a sigh, and looks away as disappointment moves inside him. His eye flickers back when he speaks again, though. ”And who are you? I am Asur.” |
