azrael
It was written in the stars – the events that would unfold. For weeks, Azrael had watched the skies with the others, wondering when the solstice would come, praising the heavens with song and offerings. Caligo’s followers had trained their faces skyward, waiting for the fateful moment when the winter moon would hide in Earth’s shadow. And as the time grew nearer, the shed-star had separated himself from the others, preferring a more somber and solitary approach to the celestial event. So, he finds himself in the field, preparing as he beds upon the soft grass, setting up his circle of crystals as he waits.
Snow falls gently to the ground, a hint of the winter which was only now beginning in Denocte. It goes rather unnoticed by the stoic stallion though, who simply brushes the flakes away from his glow, letting them melt around the warmth of his body. His breath is sheer against the night, and the world is still and quiet, waiting in anticipation with baited breath. Even the nocturnal creatures who generally rose to song in the evening were hushed and reverent, and a quiet smile crosses Azrael’s features as the winds begin to shift, his eyes growing wide as they find the silver moon.
The weather grows colder as the first edges of shadow begin to move across the moon, and Azrael lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s holding, witnessing the beauty of the eclipse as if it was his first time to see such a splendor. Though celestial events were hardly rare in Denocte, each was a gift from the gods, and each brought with it a splendor which was unmatched in his mind. His ears prick toward the sound of crunching snow, following the noise with curious aqua eyes as he makes out the approaching form of another… but rather than be annoyed at the intrusion, the dappled stallion simply shifts to make room beside him, his voice a husky boon in the night.
It has only just begun. Plenty of room for company, he supposed, and he offers the stranger a smile before focusing his gaze back on the darkening moon.
