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(OOC: Let me just say I love your posts dear, I wish my tongue flowed like that still) Whispers of ancient callers came to her then, delicate flutes grasping for their meaning as she took the necessary steps to bring her forth and towards the dark hellion that stood a ways from her. She had spotted him, as she always did, within the shadows. His frame colossal in size though where many quivered at it, she had always found solace, the question now was – could she again? Each lacked the necessary pigment to be called colored, but in this sense they were both the absolute of color itself. Optics of sapphire glancing but for a second more at the retreating form of Vegas, the secondary steed of obsidian missed as soon as his figure had departed. Though she could not let this dwell for now, already her gaze shifted towards the larger of the two, simper forming though her maw could quiver at the nervousness dancing within. Butterflies had once he caused, and perhaps still again, though for now she thought it just a sense of homecoming that electrified her now. Never had he dealt her a bad hand nor had his presence left her without return. He had been steady as a rock to her and the land – so much so that she had continued his title within the hierarchy for surely he deserved it. He deserved more than perhaps she’d ever given him – more than she ever could. Time while always spinning forward seemed at this time to stand still; optics watching him as with a delicate and almost shy nature unknown to her she advanced like he only to stop short of greeting space. Frozen and fragile looking the vixen was sure to belay her normal central features. It was not till the glimpse of elation dawned his façade that the femme realized she had done well in her choice for staying and with a whickered whisper for him alone did she dare to embrace his scent with her own. She did not speak, did not see the means, soft silk against soft silk – the two mingling in tint and tone till she felt the need to withdraw though only slightly. Her warrior was back. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Cresent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |