The preacher was calm as he glided through the forest, the starkness of his body contrasting vividly with the dark trunks of the trees that grow on either side of his flanks and the thick fog that perplexingly swirled around his feathered legs in eerie waves of semi-translucent grey. His feathered appendages hung loosely at his side, kissing the ground softly with each smooth step forward. His twin tails writhed spiritedly behind him, their movements hypnotically synchronized. Power emanated from his thickly muscled body with each movement, yet he seemed undaunting and perhaps even friendly. It was clear the man was doing no harm, despite being extremely capable of it. The relaxed sway of his enormous frame paired with the long and low position he held his heftily horned cranium in screamed innocuity. There was mirth in his eyes, hiding the malice within with unquestionable perfection. The facade of purity and innocence he wore diligently was so palpable, so perfect, that even Yezdao believed he was such.
The milkiness of Yezdao's eyes disallows others to know where he looks or what he sees, but as his cranium shifts to the right along with his gaze, it is obvious he has noticed something. There is a moment of breathlessness, the all-consuming curiosity of what presence seemed to linger beside him just within the shadows. The forest is dead silent so the momentary shuffle of foliage seems tumultuous. His ears swivel forwards, intently listening for another shuffle, another movement, another anything, but the forest remains silent now. Wasting no more moments watching the shadows, the preacher shrugs his ivory shoulders before continuing his trek. It seemed the Rift had a lot of mysterious sounds, and despite how much he wished the faraway sounds of movement were wanton mares or stallions he could convert (and even all the things in between), they were often just the sounds of vermin.
The narrow path the preacher takes widens slightly, the trees parting further and further until there is a space where he could comfortably stand and even entertain a conversation with at least a couple of other horses. It was far from spacious, but it'd certainly lost the enclosed feel that would leave claustrophobes uneasy. His large hooves cease moving, planting firmly on the dirt and soil. Dropping his whiskered snout to the soft ground, he nostrils inhale deeply, trying to make sense of who or what had been here previously- friend or foe?
As his head rises upwards once again, a deep nicker rises from his throat, out of his mouth, and through the forest- the sound ricochetting off of the trees, echoing slightly as it does so. The chords of this baritone sound are harmonious and beautiful, a rich velvety honey. The sound is a question: is there anyone around?
01-22-2018, 12:23 AM (This post was last modified: 01-28-2018, 07:57 AM by K'yarie.)
K'yarie
She moved across the ground with grace, powerful muscles moving beneath silken skin. Her body, lustrous, and beautiful, was clothed in black. Darkest ebony that shone with health and beauty. Only when one truly gaze upon her form, would they notice the ghostly forms of galaxies and stars that moved across her shapely form. Her midnight mane and tail streamed out behind her in waves, like trails of comets dyed in ink. Only the mask of white upon her face broke up the dark color that was her being. Defining her pretty face in a mask of purity that housed violet eyes. She carries herself with ethereal elegance, her form exuding power and confidence. The mist danced at her feet, hiding the shadows that seemed to reach for her in the darkness of the forest.
She continued to moved swiftly, unperturbed by the sounds of her home. The world in which she had been born into. No, she gave little pause to these noises, they were not what caused her form to slow. Her head to tilt in a curious gesture, her forelock falling in front of one of her eyes with the movement. Nor did they cause her eyes to drift to a snow white form in the mist. It was the stallion's call that caused her to cease gliding through the mist and shadows to gaze upon him curiously.
Those intelligent, purple orbs absorbed his form. The way he held himself, and the something that seemed hidden within his gaze. She smiled coyly, her body swaying as she shifted her form sideways allowing for him to gaze upon her entirety. Then she was gone, vanishing into the mist like a spirit of the forest leaving behind only the sound of light laughter like unto the chime of fairies.
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Fear not this Night. You will not go Astray Though shadoes fall, still the Stars find their way
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