CYNIX
day met night
It had become a home of sorts... a home away from home, at least. So long as Denocte had its gates closed, he would not go back. It pained him to do so, to separate himself from his mother and brother, but Cynix refused to become one of those trapped.
Wandering Terrastella had also become a sort of second nature to the painted lad, and his hooves led him at a lazy pace, clipping against the ground with a soft announcement on each step, and it wasn't until he heard a voice that he stopped, and blinked. It was... familiar? Strangely so, enough that his wings flapped and tucked against his head as he moved a little slower, a little more cautiously as he rounded a corner, and paused.
Pink eyes blinked several times, and he felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the figure before him, thin legged, long winged, bay and rich in color. "..Raglan...?" The name felt so strange on his tongue, heavy almost, and he wondered if he was dreaming. If this boy before him was real, like an image out of the depths of his mind walking upon the earth.
Cynix blinked again, almost too shy to approach, too wary that the other could simply up and disappear once more without a breath of where he had gone.
Wandering Terrastella had also become a sort of second nature to the painted lad, and his hooves led him at a lazy pace, clipping against the ground with a soft announcement on each step, and it wasn't until he heard a voice that he stopped, and blinked. It was... familiar? Strangely so, enough that his wings flapped and tucked against his head as he moved a little slower, a little more cautiously as he rounded a corner, and paused.
Pink eyes blinked several times, and he felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the figure before him, thin legged, long winged, bay and rich in color. "..Raglan...?" The name felt so strange on his tongue, heavy almost, and he wondered if he was dreaming. If this boy before him was real, like an image out of the depths of his mind walking upon the earth.
Cynix blinked again, almost too shy to approach, too wary that the other could simply up and disappear once more without a breath of where he had gone.
@Raglan || ugh i love my smol feather boy
