It seemed that the flames that had burst from the woman's lips to lick at his heart and scald his skin had been tamed. If his tail weren't so heavy, if the length wasn't so cumbersome, he may have flicked it against his hocks as he considered the phoenix and her artfully composed replies. Prose spilled from her mannerisms, songs fell from her tongue; poetry in motion and melodies within sight. Silvery eyes tracked her own simmering gaze, though the false heat that had filled his expression mere moments before had faded away into an almost companionable familiarity.
Of course, he had no right to presume any sort of companionship between them - especially when the pair had began their knowledge of one another by trading insults. A huff shoved itself from his nostrils, pressure building in his chest as he felt a sudden and confusing wave of self hatred mixed with what could be perceived as satisfaction. Could a creature hate oneself while also finding himself satisfied with the monster that he had grown into? A small smirk curved at blackened lips as Camdis decided to tuck the unsavory question away to ponder at a later date.
Blinking slowly, ears rising from their place amongst the tangled mess of his blackened mane, the scarlet stained stallion listened intently to the singsong voice of Rhoswen the Golden Priestess. As his name slipped from her serpentine tongue, the males teeth clenched and the muscles about his spine tensed with painful suddenness, yet he could not quite surmise why. Was is rage, black and oozing? Lust, unfamiliar and strange? Sorrow, chilled and stifling? Camdis did not know - he did not wish to know.
With a thick swallow and a few moments of discomfort, the brute's jaw loosened enough for him to offer a reply, "I'd consider your father to be wise, but also dead, from the way you speak of him." A brow quirked as he leaned his weight to a side, cocking his back left hoof beneath him - effectively settling into the conversation, "But what do I know, as knowing things is far from my many uses. Indeed, Rhoswen, I'm a man of many paltry and petty uses, not one of them any good for a girl like you." There, he tilted his head, pale eyes sparkling with something akin to mirth, "Unless you have a penchant for things dark and lonesome?"
Of course, he had no right to presume any sort of companionship between them - especially when the pair had began their knowledge of one another by trading insults. A huff shoved itself from his nostrils, pressure building in his chest as he felt a sudden and confusing wave of self hatred mixed with what could be perceived as satisfaction. Could a creature hate oneself while also finding himself satisfied with the monster that he had grown into? A small smirk curved at blackened lips as Camdis decided to tuck the unsavory question away to ponder at a later date.
Blinking slowly, ears rising from their place amongst the tangled mess of his blackened mane, the scarlet stained stallion listened intently to the singsong voice of Rhoswen the Golden Priestess. As his name slipped from her serpentine tongue, the males teeth clenched and the muscles about his spine tensed with painful suddenness, yet he could not quite surmise why. Was is rage, black and oozing? Lust, unfamiliar and strange? Sorrow, chilled and stifling? Camdis did not know - he did not wish to know.
With a thick swallow and a few moments of discomfort, the brute's jaw loosened enough for him to offer a reply, "I'd consider your father to be wise, but also dead, from the way you speak of him." A brow quirked as he leaned his weight to a side, cocking his back left hoof beneath him - effectively settling into the conversation, "But what do I know, as knowing things is far from my many uses. Indeed, Rhoswen, I'm a man of many paltry and petty uses, not one of them any good for a girl like you." There, he tilted his head, pale eyes sparkling with something akin to mirth, "Unless you have a penchant for things dark and lonesome?"
@Rhoswen wowza sorry for the wait
