you shouldn't have to pay for your love
with your bones and your flesh
with your bones and your flesh
They face off against each other, the frightened deer and the calming bull, but neither are looking for a fight from the other. A heartbeat of silence between the two of them, his pulse pounding in his ears from the sudden adrenaline that came with fear, but ever so slowly it begins to calm when the other stallion makes no other threatening moves.
His ears begin to inch forward once more, swiveling to catch the pale stallion’s question, and at being questioned about himself he can’t help but stare at the floor, the slightest of flushes tinging his cheeks. “Um… A-Anzhelo.” He answers, stumbling over his own name, and he falls silent for a few more moments.
“I, um…” He racks his brain for the tales of these lands, trying to place which God this creature might be, lurking here in the mountains of the Night Court -- and he wishes he had paid more attention, but truthfully, he’d come to this land thoroughly sick of deities.
“Are you Oriens?”
It’s the only one he can think who might fit.
The dragonscale wrapped loosely around his neck gleams, for a moment, offering him the courage to ask.
“speaking.”
@El Toro
you were only a boy,
when you were thrown into a war.
when you were thrown into a war.
