ONCE MORE
AN ERA IS FADING
The book was an interesting read, telling old myths and weaving legends with words so eloquent and well strung together that he was more buried in it than he had first thought. At least, until there was the sound of hooves, and it was then that the ancient lifted his head slowly, his good eye turned toward the stranger with a smile on dark lips. It was soft, small, but there as he watched the other approach, casually tilting an ear as he placed the book down atop a clean rock to keep it from being damaged.
She was a strange looking one, like some of the herds he had seen in his travels with their ancient ways and natural deities, the howls of guttural voices against the sky in the dancing moonlight. It had been interesting in the times he had seen them, but they were all so different in so many ways. In the crackling light of the fire, she looked like a creature that had crawled from the dawn of time with her primal vocals and her looks.
A true beauty indeed, one connected to the lands in more ways than he could ever hope.
All the same, his ears twisted, and he slowly stood himself up to not seem so rude, his horned head facing her, revealing the jagged scar over the right side that was the source of milky white blindness. She used a language he hadn't heard before, at least in terms of a name or nickname, and he only drew in a slow breath, rolling her words around his head.
"Not red just yet... there's no blood to reflect in it." His head leaned back to gaze up at the sky, flicking an ear before he looked back down to her. "Not yet, at least. Certainly, there will be at some point, with what's happening." He had tasted the sour tang of war in the air, the hostility that fizzed and sparked, the soft claps of thunder from a distance before lightning would come barreling down with a torrential storm.
She was a strange looking one, like some of the herds he had seen in his travels with their ancient ways and natural deities, the howls of guttural voices against the sky in the dancing moonlight. It had been interesting in the times he had seen them, but they were all so different in so many ways. In the crackling light of the fire, she looked like a creature that had crawled from the dawn of time with her primal vocals and her looks.
A true beauty indeed, one connected to the lands in more ways than he could ever hope.
All the same, his ears twisted, and he slowly stood himself up to not seem so rude, his horned head facing her, revealing the jagged scar over the right side that was the source of milky white blindness. She used a language he hadn't heard before, at least in terms of a name or nickname, and he only drew in a slow breath, rolling her words around his head.
"Not red just yet... there's no blood to reflect in it." His head leaned back to gaze up at the sky, flicking an ear before he looked back down to her. "Not yet, at least. Certainly, there will be at some point, with what's happening." He had tasted the sour tang of war in the air, the hostility that fizzed and sparked, the soft claps of thunder from a distance before lightning would come barreling down with a torrential storm.
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