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03-21-2017, 10:15 PM
He says nothing, but there is softness in his gaze and a mysterious curve upon those lips. Since I'd been raised in a world that didn't understand me, his tiny signs don't go unnoticed; those facial hints are my window into the puzzling king. Though...his expression doesn't answer my question. I wasn't his problem...I wasn't anyone.
Yet...He waits, a steadfast mountain...
Those feathered limbs drift across the ground, scattering sunlight in their wake. Unease clashes with unpredictability, irises train up, wariness calcifies from the center, bleeding outward...What did he...? Heartstrings thrum when he reaches out. The fine hairs on his snout sway as his humid breath teases them to life. I retract, flinching inward; a desperate act of instinct bore from adaptation and self-preservation.
His essence thickens, coaxing my strength from an impossible depth. I sense a taunt energy pulsing in the air between us. It calls me, fanning the span of my face with unhelpful warmth. A muffled gasp rides from my core...what...is he? Nostrils flare, drinking the faint whiff that drifts in...Oh no...Panic -sharp and powerful- rears her forked head; I jerk back, glancing to my left just as a fiend comes charging in from the undergrowth! As the banded flesh comes screaming into view, a scream, a warning becomes tangled in the back of my throat. These wide rims burn, tears welling in their corners. 'No!!' I plea, a single cry emits weakly, 'please!' I beg the monster and whoever else might be listening. Limbs strain out, spurred by adrenaline; but a lack of physical strength hinders my attempt to rise.
