pitch black, flesh and bone,
The sun above shines sparsely between layers of angry clouds as snowflakes fall from the heavens. Her steps pause and she angles her pale head towards the sky, letting the snowflakes fall delicately upon her face. She inhales the icy air, for a moment her stiff wings move away from her sides and stretch out as far as they can. For a moment… she imagines what it would be like to be flying through the snowfall that now adorns her. With a toss of her head she shakes the snow and thoughts away, tucking her wings snuggly back to her sides. There were other things that held more priority, like where the hell she was and where she was going.
The wind has picked up it’s tempo, the bursts of relief Kos is able to get between gusts begins to dwindle as the the icy snow seems to rub her raw. An ear flickers back instinctually as a noise not belonging to this freezing hell catches her attention. It was the rattle of the jewelry that adorned the bodice of the creature coming towards her that had made Kos stop and turn around. A lavish cloak furnishes the horse in the distance, the dark blue cloth reaches towards the sky as it gets billowed by the wind.
As her new acquaintance gains ground she is able to see the defining features of the mare. Just looking at her made Kos feel naked and plain - such a silly feeling for a horse to have. For once she is grateful to have her wings covering her body. When the clothed stranger does speak, her voice is icy and melodic. Kos hesitates, almost afraid to stain the air with her own voice. ”I-I’m afraid I am lost actually”. Her ears pin back slightly in embarrassment, her words are small and quiet despite the fact that she stands 3 hands taller than the mare before her. ”I would very much appreciate that, thank you.” She dips her head slightly in respect, as she lifts her eyes to meet the silver ones of the mare, ”I am Kos”
The sun above shines sparsely between layers of angry clouds as snowflakes fall from the heavens. Her steps pause and she angles her pale head towards the sky, letting the snowflakes fall delicately upon her face. She inhales the icy air, for a moment her stiff wings move away from her sides and stretch out as far as they can. For a moment… she imagines what it would be like to be flying through the snowfall that now adorns her. With a toss of her head she shakes the snow and thoughts away, tucking her wings snuggly back to her sides. There were other things that held more priority, like where the hell she was and where she was going.
The wind has picked up it’s tempo, the bursts of relief Kos is able to get between gusts begins to dwindle as the the icy snow seems to rub her raw. An ear flickers back instinctually as a noise not belonging to this freezing hell catches her attention. It was the rattle of the jewelry that adorned the bodice of the creature coming towards her that had made Kos stop and turn around. A lavish cloak furnishes the horse in the distance, the dark blue cloth reaches towards the sky as it gets billowed by the wind.
As her new acquaintance gains ground she is able to see the defining features of the mare. Just looking at her made Kos feel naked and plain - such a silly feeling for a horse to have. For once she is grateful to have her wings covering her body. When the clothed stranger does speak, her voice is icy and melodic. Kos hesitates, almost afraid to stain the air with her own voice. ”I-I’m afraid I am lost actually”. Her ears pin back slightly in embarrassment, her words are small and quiet despite the fact that she stands 3 hands taller than the mare before her. ”I would very much appreciate that, thank you.” She dips her head slightly in respect, as she lifts her eyes to meet the silver ones of the mare, ”I am Kos”
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