The Portal
02-25-2018, 08:50 PM
Although Vynter wasn't really one to have a sense of pride, nor did he often seek praise from others; for some reason in his mind he was almost waiting for something positive to form on her dainty complexion. Yet even as she studied his handy work, a concoction that would likely completely heal her wound with no scar mind you, her feigned gratitude did not sit well with him. He may come off as dense and awkward, and it was true that he wasn't the greatest at conversing with others; but he was certainly no fool. So he could easily see through her facade that she was indeed not at all pleased with his assistance.
What made him feel even more unsettled, was that as soon as she seemed to give him a disinterested once over and dismissing his effort to help her; she immediately focused all of her attention onto Rosco. Now normally this wouldn't bother Vynter, he had other things to do aside from talking and socializing. Yet when he watched her bat her eyes and sway her hips just so, the way her lips curved into a smile she had yet to direct towards him; the cogs began to turn into his brain in an attempt to understand why she wouldn't act like that towards him. What was so different between himself and his dragon friend? They were both male, both certainly taller than she ever would be. It wasn't as if one had been nicer to her than the other. So what could possibly make them different enough for Valkyrie to disregard one, and to swoon over the other?
His eyes were focused on his furry friend's build, studying him with a neutral expression. His eyes followed every muscular curve, the way his neck arched and how he held himself. At last his eyes landed on the wings at his side, smoldering with a smoky aura and full of strength. Icy blues switched their attention to the delicate feather's of the maiden's wings, gracefully fluttering next to her helm. His gaze continued to shift between the two for a few moments, gears ever turning, until at last he moved his skull in the direction of his own mangled appendages.
It was at that moment that for the first time Vynter did not like his wings.
Now knowing what he needed to do he clicked to Leroy, not making anymore contact with the fellow Pegasi, and began to walk away towards the brush surrounding them. It hadn't taken long for his mind to comprehend and understand, for it to click together what didn't belong in the simplistic equation. He was the odd horse out as always, but for the first time in his life he no longer wanted to be. There was no time to waste and so off he went. There was purpose in his ungraceful footing, his body still gliding at a quick pace as he only spared Rosco a simple 'Goodbye' before disappearing into the depths of the Rift.
What made him feel even more unsettled, was that as soon as she seemed to give him a disinterested once over and dismissing his effort to help her; she immediately focused all of her attention onto Rosco. Now normally this wouldn't bother Vynter, he had other things to do aside from talking and socializing. Yet when he watched her bat her eyes and sway her hips just so, the way her lips curved into a smile she had yet to direct towards him; the cogs began to turn into his brain in an attempt to understand why she wouldn't act like that towards him. What was so different between himself and his dragon friend? They were both male, both certainly taller than she ever would be. It wasn't as if one had been nicer to her than the other. So what could possibly make them different enough for Valkyrie to disregard one, and to swoon over the other?
His eyes were focused on his furry friend's build, studying him with a neutral expression. His eyes followed every muscular curve, the way his neck arched and how he held himself. At last his eyes landed on the wings at his side, smoldering with a smoky aura and full of strength. Icy blues switched their attention to the delicate feather's of the maiden's wings, gracefully fluttering next to her helm. His gaze continued to shift between the two for a few moments, gears ever turning, until at last he moved his skull in the direction of his own mangled appendages.
It was at that moment that for the first time Vynter did not like his wings.
Now knowing what he needed to do he clicked to Leroy, not making anymore contact with the fellow Pegasi, and began to walk away towards the brush surrounding them. It hadn't taken long for his mind to comprehend and understand, for it to click together what didn't belong in the simplistic equation. He was the odd horse out as always, but for the first time in his life he no longer wanted to be. There was no time to waste and so off he went. There was purpose in his ungraceful footing, his body still gliding at a quick pace as he only spared Rosco a simple 'Goodbye' before disappearing into the depths of the Rift.
Vynter
my will is a sword that cuts down anything in my way
