CYNIX
day met night
Cyn had once been a boy of lanky legs and odd proportions but as Fall drew nearer, so did his birth date. He was grown now, filled in to his body rather nicely and standing at seventeen two, large, but still not as tall as Raglan. The boy of amethyst and ivory stood before the bay, and his ears flicked forward as his wings tucked against him, the breeze rustling about to dislodge a feather or two from the base of his tail. The long and elegant feather simply drifted away, dancing in the wind as it did, while pink eyes remained on Raglan.
The nickname was not lost on him, and it was strange to hear a change in voice from the other. Then again, his own voice was a deeper rumble, taking on a timbre that could be something near his father's depth.
Emotions danced between them, and Cyn carefully rested a hoof on its tip, the feathering ruffling as he tried to keep himself from surging toward the other. Once upon a time, he would have done just that, preening at feathers and smiling, laughing, overjoyed at seeing the other. Now, however, there was a weight in his chest and gut that matched what Raglan wore on his features.
"A little. Solterra and Denocte.. again." It was a subject that struck a little too close to home, and he knew that was what was weighing the heaviest on them, the age old conflict now. The one that haunted and dogged his every step. He was certain there were other factors, too, but things were so... tense, now.
The nickname was not lost on him, and it was strange to hear a change in voice from the other. Then again, his own voice was a deeper rumble, taking on a timbre that could be something near his father's depth.
Emotions danced between them, and Cyn carefully rested a hoof on its tip, the feathering ruffling as he tried to keep himself from surging toward the other. Once upon a time, he would have done just that, preening at feathers and smiling, laughing, overjoyed at seeing the other. Now, however, there was a weight in his chest and gut that matched what Raglan wore on his features.
"A little. Solterra and Denocte.. again." It was a subject that struck a little too close to home, and he knew that was what was weighing the heaviest on them, the age old conflict now. The one that haunted and dogged his every step. He was certain there were other factors, too, but things were so... tense, now.
@Raglan || DO IT. LOVE HIM!!!!
