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06-21-2012, 01:24 AM
Wings flashing in the sunlight - dust and shadows suddenly detach themselves from rock, from the embrace of trees. Asur’s ears lift to twist forward and for an instant white limbs fumble. He hesitates; adrenaline, unnecessary, pings through his chest. Then one brown eye follows the flight path of the bronze dragon and lands near a chestnut stranger, a colt - spotted. Asur breathes. He sees the trees again, and Smoke before him. He shakes his head, and tendrils of bright hair escape his braided mane to fall across the stallion’s neck. A tired pounding takes up residence within his skull and Asur sighs. The boy greets Smoke and stares at him, and Asur stares back, gripped by unfriendly silence. He wants the waterfall; he wants to kick this boy from the path, no more than a nuisance on a bad day. As Smoke names the bronze Dei, Asur looks at it again and slowly the stallion’s ears cant back along the slope of his neck. The flash of sunlight on its hide wields unwelcome power over him; the stallion’s pulse still beats loud in his ears when Asur finally finds time to swallow, and answers with a mute nod. He’s become skilled with holding his tongue and making agreement, it seems. ”You all have dragons?” is the only mention made of their new companion. Say something, wills his brain, but there is too much and nothing to say. His single good eye lingers on the bronze and then he looks away, his heavy hooves hard at work tracing Smoke’s footsteps. The scent of water thickens as they march on, and the shadows thicken too though Asur pays them little mind. Before long his mind lingers on the roar of so much water closing in on them, and strange things flicker at the edges of his vision - black lights and falling stars, the whisps of forelock flooding through between his ears. He is tired, he thinks. He is beyond the art of decency, beyond striving to exist as more than moving bones and ligaments and blood. The falls, when they come into sight, receive only the dullest welcome. |
[ Since his face is pretty much infected and gross right now, I'd like if whatever healing he manages to get just fixes that, rather than mending the whole thing, please? :3 ]
