Past memories clouded his mind, temporarily silencing the voices that were normally crowding that space, when suddenly his thoughts were ceased. There before him, an angel. Or something so similar, ’pure art’ a brief description that settled on his velvets, the idea gently leaving his mind and then spit out into the quiet atmosphere. "Pure art.” It was not the correct reply to her statement – it did not make any sense – yet Hasovir felt no need to explain himself. His dark cerulean pools washed over her baroque frame, drinking in her details; her glistening silvery orbits, the way her tendrils flowed from white to gray, a mesimerizing mix of diamonds that decorated her silver haunches. A powerful presence exuded from her whispering tones and while still a bit entranced Hasovir spoke a reply, "I would say so,” he paused, noticing the way the glowing blues just enhanced her utter beauty, "however something much more beautiful has come of it.” Hasovir’s baritone chords were coated with a honey-drizzle, his words the most sincere he had spoken thus far in Helovia. She mentioned her name and that she had no place to call of her’s. ’Katerina’ he said it out loud within his cranium and he could feel the voices trying to break through.

Lowering his head out of respect he nodded towards her, ”Katerina,” he felt himself weak momentarily, as if her title on his tongue was a rich and robust wine, "It is more than a pleasure.” he broke off again here, allowing his twin pools to crash upon her face, from her bright orbs sliding down the onyx markings that cuffed her plush. She was the sight to see. ”I am Hasovir.” He consciously felt his scar along his eye pulse at the sound of his name, but he knew it was all in his brain. Deciding to leave off his country of origin was an impulse, then again at the same time he did not really hail from Dorobo any longer. They had exiled him and so he was of no land. Hasovir glanced at her markings again, they mimicked the galaxies that lived above and he found peace in this. Her size was substantial compared to his own, her stature much more filled and elegant whereas the stallion was athletic and sort of rough around the edges. She blended with the surroudnings, her pelt seeming to soak in the colors that whisked Hasovir away on his daydreams.

And nevertheless; she seemed to emerge directly from those daydreams. Feelings of comfort and solidarity were blossoming within him when she appeared. ’An angel.’ was that his own thought? Was it a voice? He was puzzled although it did not show on his face. He remained expressionless, while his eyes said all that needed to be. He was spellbound by her exquisiteness alone and he could still feel her speech of nectar like harps playing in his auricles. The stag felt a strange fluttering within his stomach and he wrote it off as too much sweet moss. Hasovir spoke, his low tones as gentle as he could place them, ”What brings you below the surface, this evening?” Was it even evening? Hasovir thought back to when he had entered the caves, it was beginning to twilight then, dawn could be approaching now. It did not matter, though. All that mattered was this angelic being had appeared seemingly out of Hasovir’s own safe dreams. ”Sssshe is not REAL.” the strongest voice hissed – a sharp and severe migraine-like pain stabbed Hasovir in the middle of his temple. He reacted accordingly: his opticals momentarily shutting tightly closed with a look of irascibility when his head twitched downwards. Just as fast as the sting had been delivered, it fleeted, leaving him with just the ringing voice’s words.




ooc: sorry so short!! I promise I'll get it goin' on again ;)

@KATERINA