THIS BEAUTIFUL DECAY
Lothaire had been watching the horned stallion for a length of time he had not cared to measure. Orphic reptilian eyes studied his broad frame with a curiosity that was both cold and curtained, hidden beneath a mask of iron-borne indifference. The lion-esque tail this stranger sported had initially triggered a flashing and fleeting memory of his own childhood; where he came from, it was not abnormal to see such affectations - and so certainly it reminded Lothaire of home, if he still dared to call it such. The python-marked man did not care to linger on the past; it had never served him well, and with recollection came reflection - something he treated with absent-minded disdain. Still, in the quiet shade of solitude came the slow-burning beat of boredom melded with an interest in the man not far from his reach. Tick, tick, tick - until he could resist it not a moment longer. From the shadow of the forest Lothaire emerged, great hooves thudding steadily against the earth. He was, undeniably, a striking creature - milelong legs carrying a body that pulsated with muscle, torn wings kissing the sky. He approached the stranger with unlikely stealth for a man of his size, licking his lips as he pulled to a halt upon the bank. A hint of dark amusement spread across those serpentine eyes as the words rolled like cool gasoline from his tongue - "patience is a virtue, stranger." ooc: @rostislav
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