DAMASCUS
he was like a storm,
Nestled at the foot of a great oak Damascus had drifted almost completely to an alternate universe to those who crept over leaf and twig near-by. Snores could be heard from a mile away, his dreams taking him further and deeper into the realm of slumber as he slept on a bed of his tail hair, his wings coiled tightly against his body for warmth. Dohv had found a pillowy shelter in the colt's tail hair also, having constructed a temporary burrow in his friend's tail to stay in warm and cosy.
Damascus had no real clue as to whether it was morning or afternoon, only that as the sun warmed his skin he had felt more and more ready for slumber - and so had let it claim him.
Snores as loud as a landslide escaped from his nostrils, the jerboa cooped within the hair of his tail attempting to block out the overwhelming noise by holding his ears flat against his skull. Soon came the whistle of wind, just one more element that had caused the rodent to screw his nose in distaste, though upon that whistle he heard a voice. Deep, male, and one he remembered.
Hopping from his burrow of dense hair and feather the mouse was soon among the fallen leaves and mud, his beady eyes inspecting the strangers (who were not uite strangers) through the trees.
"Mascus!" He had cooed telepathically to the snoring lump. "Wake up! They be lookin' fer the relic!"
Though still the black one could not be stirred, a smile twitching upon his maw as the dreamy echoes of his bonded's coos bounded around his sleepy head. The snores continued, now only becoming louder.
(( ooc; YO guys! umm for timeline I'll say this is after Damascus meets reich in Denocte?))
Damascus had no real clue as to whether it was morning or afternoon, only that as the sun warmed his skin he had felt more and more ready for slumber - and so had let it claim him.
Snores as loud as a landslide escaped from his nostrils, the jerboa cooped within the hair of his tail attempting to block out the overwhelming noise by holding his ears flat against his skull. Soon came the whistle of wind, just one more element that had caused the rodent to screw his nose in distaste, though upon that whistle he heard a voice. Deep, male, and one he remembered.
Hopping from his burrow of dense hair and feather the mouse was soon among the fallen leaves and mud, his beady eyes inspecting the strangers (who were not uite strangers) through the trees.
"Mascus!" He had cooed telepathically to the snoring lump. "Wake up! They be lookin' fer the relic!"
Though still the black one could not be stirred, a smile twitching upon his maw as the dreamy echoes of his bonded's coos bounded around his sleepy head. The snores continued, now only becoming louder.
(( ooc; YO guys! umm for timeline I'll say this is after Damascus meets reich in Denocte?))
