Do not fear my child

LUMINAR Luminar stood for a moment, struck dumb. He didn't know what to say to her. He looked around the glade, what he was looking for, he didn't know. Maybe a way out? He stared the beautiful filly in the eyes. He was trying to see if she lacked..... something. It didn't look like she was disabled. He internally shrugged. She gestured towards his lacerations, a drop of his blood disgraced her perfect hide. He felt as if he wasn't good enough to escort this creature. Everywhere his eyes landed, beauty lay. From her delicate legs, to her large, innocent red eyes. She could not be of this world. This world is much too dark and ugly to create a being so pure. He looked upon himself now. His dusky pelt was marred with scars both fresh and old, his feathers were matted and clumped, he probably stunk like a swamp. He had sticks, twigs and leaves poking out of his braided mane and his thick loose forelock. Even the mud that coated her looked like it had curtsied and asked to be placed upon her hide. "No." He let the silence carry for a moment, then added. "I'm used to it. I've had worse." His social skills weren't all that good, but neither were they dreadful. Imperfect perhaps, from lack of use. He turned to show her a large scar on his hindquarters. It was a shallow hole about the size of a fist, flesh twisted and ugly where it had healed over. It was an old scar, one that left a memory branded into his mind. The memory he dreamed of, hallucinated and the one he gazed upon in the black abyss that his mind retreated to when he was in a blind rage. "Talk." quote goes here! and more than one!

image || coding

@Nyu