03-24-2018, 04:02 PM
Unexpected.
As his black eyes opened to the world, he found his gaze meeting the dark blue ones of the grullo paint colt. The boy's face was set in a gesture of firm disapproval, his stance stubborn; everything about it screamed back off, and in response, Kisamoa's long, soft ears flicked forward. He blamed it on the pain and his brush with temptation, but it took him a second longer to realize what the colt was on about, and by then, he was already off, trotting behind the fleeing tree.
"Oh please," Kisamoa growled savagely, watching Ruwin join up with the retreating colt. Seriously? After everything he had shown himself capable of, after all the slaughter and ripping a hole between worlds, a child saw him open his mouth and decided to go stand in his path..?
I could swallow the whole world if I wanted to.
In the space before irritation gave way to amusement a spark of black magic, edged with teal and smelling of terror, leaped from his body and smacked Vynter on the ass; it'd do little more than jolt him and leave a burning sensation. And possibly a black marking, crawling with teal. Residual magic.
The tall creature shook his head and set off after the rest, his legs seeming to take normal strides and yet he moved with impossible speed, easily keeping pace with the running horses.
Show-off.
After a while Ruwin slowed, and Kisamoa did the same; his eyes closed again, his senses drifting.
"It is going home," he said, voice neither loud nor quiet, but harsh all the same—it always was. He offered no more, merely turned to follow Watcher, not saying what lurked uncomfortably in the depths of his mind: that he was better off not knowing where the Living Trees grew.
As his black eyes opened to the world, he found his gaze meeting the dark blue ones of the grullo paint colt. The boy's face was set in a gesture of firm disapproval, his stance stubborn; everything about it screamed back off, and in response, Kisamoa's long, soft ears flicked forward. He blamed it on the pain and his brush with temptation, but it took him a second longer to realize what the colt was on about, and by then, he was already off, trotting behind the fleeing tree.
"Oh please," Kisamoa growled savagely, watching Ruwin join up with the retreating colt. Seriously? After everything he had shown himself capable of, after all the slaughter and ripping a hole between worlds, a child saw him open his mouth and decided to go stand in his path..?
I could swallow the whole world if I wanted to.
In the space before irritation gave way to amusement a spark of black magic, edged with teal and smelling of terror, leaped from his body and smacked Vynter on the ass; it'd do little more than jolt him and leave a burning sensation. And possibly a black marking, crawling with teal. Residual magic.
The tall creature shook his head and set off after the rest, his legs seeming to take normal strides and yet he moved with impossible speed, easily keeping pace with the running horses.
Show-off.
After a while Ruwin slowed, and Kisamoa did the same; his eyes closed again, his senses drifting.
"It is going home," he said, voice neither loud nor quiet, but harsh all the same—it always was. He offered no more, merely turned to follow Watcher, not saying what lurked uncomfortably in the depths of his mind: that he was better off not knowing where the Living Trees grew.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
Vynter, if you want the marking to be permanent, just post in Account Updates. ^^ Otherwise, it'll just "wash off" over the course of a few days.
.. and kaos opened up its eyes