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07-12-2016, 04:42 PM
Oh, he couldn't get enough of her, that little porcelain doll and her pretty, fragile heart. She was so delicate, so lovely, like a crystal made of glass. Her voice was a melodic sound, wind chimes and waterfalls cascading though the forest. The blood stained stallion felt the urge to nurture the girl, to press his velvet nose against her forehead and claim her as his charge, his friend, his dearest darling in all the land. To shower her in gifts of style and fashion was his new mission; outfitting her in endless streams of fabric and jewels was a dream he wouldn't mind living.
His waking visions, however, were cut short by the arrival of another. Gaze flicking toward the approaching stranger, Skyfall threw a polite smile and a nod in his direction, "Hello there," honeyed voice held polite interest as he assessed the newcomer. There was a confidence held within the onyx gent that served as a lovely accessory to his tasteful markings and stature. Though where his physicality failed to catch Skyfall's attention, the words that the newcomer - Rikyn, if he had heard right - spoke piqued the horned stag's interest enough.
Kingdoms of Helovia... Interesting tidbit, that.
The regal queen would have replied if not for the birdsong voice of his Doll, speaking to the ground beneath her hooves as if Skyfall wasn't about. He softened, more accurately, he melted as he watched the Doll and her show of shyness. With another step toward the delicate lass, Skyfall lowered his head to her level in an attempt at comfort, "Zyanya is a very pretty name for such a pretty lady. Thank you for honoring me with your presence, sweet miss."
That being said, the androgynous gent straightened with a smile, his jovial mood stretching over the gathered company like wings. "So! Rikyn and Zyanya, how do things work around here? Harsh military government? Distopian free-for-all? Where should I be?"
His waking visions, however, were cut short by the arrival of another. Gaze flicking toward the approaching stranger, Skyfall threw a polite smile and a nod in his direction, "Hello there," honeyed voice held polite interest as he assessed the newcomer. There was a confidence held within the onyx gent that served as a lovely accessory to his tasteful markings and stature. Though where his physicality failed to catch Skyfall's attention, the words that the newcomer - Rikyn, if he had heard right - spoke piqued the horned stag's interest enough.
Kingdoms of Helovia... Interesting tidbit, that.
The regal queen would have replied if not for the birdsong voice of his Doll, speaking to the ground beneath her hooves as if Skyfall wasn't about. He softened, more accurately, he melted as he watched the Doll and her show of shyness. With another step toward the delicate lass, Skyfall lowered his head to her level in an attempt at comfort, "Zyanya is a very pretty name for such a pretty lady. Thank you for honoring me with your presence, sweet miss."
That being said, the androgynous gent straightened with a smile, his jovial mood stretching over the gathered company like wings. "So! Rikyn and Zyanya, how do things work around here? Harsh military government? Distopian free-for-all? Where should I be?"
@Rikyn
