[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by Dazrah on November 30, 2008, 11:52 pm, in reply to "and it is time again for a thread!"
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[female][7 years][15.3hh][cremello]
[1/8 Andalusian x 1/8 Quarter Horse x 1/2 Mustang x 1/4 Spanish Arabian]
[brood: Rodreé, Esmandreé, Lockeé & Camilleé]
[Solira's jaegers-neophyte][scholar class-unranked]
He is a red eyed monster moving sluggishly through the open space between the trees and the ocean. A shadow that would undoubtedly be far more comfortable in the darkness of the night than the full light of mid afternoon. He is a power to be wary of both within himself and as the tool of something deadly. The scar stands out on his neck, the scar of a wound which though clotted on the outside will for ever bleed within. Dazrah has seen such scars before on a total of three others though the first did not stand out to her until after the fact. However even Nicodemus, kind as he was in enlightening her, said nothing of the scar and it’s origins. So she approaches this new face intrigued by that mark and oblivious to the potential danger represented by it.
“Here is another so alone and marked in the manner of Alcatraz, Simon and Nicodemus. Odd this, perhaps there is some sort of vicious creature in these parts that I ought to be aware of? A vampire bat maybe? That is not the only out of the ordinary thing about this male either. He moves with fairly confident strides yet there is a falter behind that confidence, something I am only able to pick upon because I fear that I move in similar manner during that period of half light between the setting of the sun and the coming of the moon. For me it is a near-blindness endured only during that part of the day for him I suspect it is both complete and permanent. I know better than to pity him though all males are proud in one way or another and pity wounds that pride faster than anything I have ever seen. So I will approach as if I know nothing of it but show the curiosity of approaching from upwind so that he might catch my scent and not be startled.”
She draws even with the hulking brute and though it is not her usual way she is very careful to leave him plenty of space so as not become a both right off the bat.
“Hello there.”
A few minutes of consideration pass before her curiosity over comes her manners and good sense in the bad habit it has developed of late. Taking a few steps closer she reaches out and touches her muzzle lightly to a place just above the scar before drawing back and resuming the careful distance.
“That looks as if it hurt.”
Little does she know how much it hurts still.
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