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07-01-2016, 06:00 PM
He shakes his head so the thick, striped mess of his mane flops about and cool air can slip beneath the strands to play along his neck. Then it settles again, except for the bones warmed to the temperature of his body. He hardly feels them anymore. They're him. He scuffs a hoof over the symbols in the dirt- they've given him no guidance today. Perhaps he will try again on a clear day, or at night beneath the full moon. A sacrifice of blood might suffice to lure them out.
His mind is caught up in planning, resting on the familiar rituals in such an unfamiliar place despite his resolution to seek knowledge. He catches an equine shape out of the corner of his blue eye and his head turns a little, expecting it to disappear into the mist the moment he tries to focus on it.
It doesn't.
He stops then, odd eyes focused on the spotted stranger. At first he isn't sure what to do. How long has he been there?. At first he feels as though his privacy has been invaded in a way he is distinctly not used to. He is used to being avoided unless someone is in need. Still, that's no reason to stand here like a startled gazelle. He gathers his composure and offers the ghost-stallion a small smile, intimidated by his size. After all, Imani is used to being smaller than his fellows.
"Hello there, I don't think we've met?" His voice makes it a question, coaxing. He knows they haven't met (he's good at remembering faces and he certainly hasn't seen anyone spotted like that yet). It's more of an excuse, trying to draw him out. If he is not a new member of the herd than perhaps Imani can learn from him. It would be good to find out something of the history of this place. Or really, anything that he would be willing to share.
Watching him, Imani starts to wonder if perhaps he isn't really after all. There's something almost unreal about the white stallion, like he's practically fading into the mist already. Strangely enough it's the things he carries that seem to solidify the fact that he is an earthly being.
OOC:// @Mauja ^.^ No table, short, blah. Trying to get this out quick while I have time. Sorry!
His mind is caught up in planning, resting on the familiar rituals in such an unfamiliar place despite his resolution to seek knowledge. He catches an equine shape out of the corner of his blue eye and his head turns a little, expecting it to disappear into the mist the moment he tries to focus on it.
It doesn't.
He stops then, odd eyes focused on the spotted stranger. At first he isn't sure what to do. How long has he been there?. At first he feels as though his privacy has been invaded in a way he is distinctly not used to. He is used to being avoided unless someone is in need. Still, that's no reason to stand here like a startled gazelle. He gathers his composure and offers the ghost-stallion a small smile, intimidated by his size. After all, Imani is used to being smaller than his fellows.
"Hello there, I don't think we've met?" His voice makes it a question, coaxing. He knows they haven't met (he's good at remembering faces and he certainly hasn't seen anyone spotted like that yet). It's more of an excuse, trying to draw him out. If he is not a new member of the herd than perhaps Imani can learn from him. It would be good to find out something of the history of this place. Or really, anything that he would be willing to share.
Watching him, Imani starts to wonder if perhaps he isn't really after all. There's something almost unreal about the white stallion, like he's practically fading into the mist already. Strangely enough it's the things he carries that seem to solidify the fact that he is an earthly being.
OOC:// @Mauja ^.^ No table, short, blah. Trying to get this out quick while I have time. Sorry!
