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The moonlight cloaked her in a dress that was almost godly, decorating her skin with a wash of Denoctian silver that was utterly unparalleled. Perhaps that was why she had returned; because the night was a different creature here. It was a living breathing entity - saturated with mystery, clandestinity and cold charm. It felt wrong that her solitude should be broken; it made her skin crawl and her lip curl, though even with the lines of her brow furrowed Rhoswen could not wipe the beauty from her face. As a youth she had often been the object of people's desires, and she had grown tired of the shallow lust climbing at the walls of her keep. Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. Tiresome. She did not resent the looks her parents had handed down, but sometimes it was an inconvenience, a hindrance almost. That wasn't to say she had never exploited it herself - you had to make do with the tools in your pocket, no?
At last the stranger poured into her line of sight, melding through the darkness toward the level perch upon which she stood - gazing down at him through eyes of burnished ash. Her first thought was that he might have been taller than any man, or woman, she had ever met, for despite the fortress of night he loomed high - imposing and aloof. Rhoswen did not flinch, did not falter. She ate up his gaze with her own dusky-eyed flame - granite against ivory - breathing in his scent long enough to realise they had not crossed paths before. A newcomer. She might have smiled then, lips almost parting to flash milkywhite teeth, but instead she did nothing at all. A harsh highland breeze lifted her thick auburn hair, spiralling it upward before it settled down to frame her marble-carved features once more. Rhoswen was not a girl made of softness, nor malleable design; someone had once said she was too sharp to touch, and they would not have been wrong. Each line of her body was more pointed than the next - a girl made of glowing razor blades.
"Why are you here? Come to pray to your beloved Denocte."
Exactly what she had been waiting for: Rhos had seen his haughty derision from the moment they'd met, it'd only been a matter of time before he bit - detached or not. Her tongue struck like a bullwhip, "I would tell you, stranger," cracking against the sky, "if the matter of my worship happened to be any business of yours." A breath, a moment, a life time.
And then something quite unexpected happened, or not - considering the land upon which they stood. Reichenbach's hooves clanged out loudly, his familiar scenting filling her nares as he shouldered past the horned man to his right and stood close enough that her shoulder comfortably touched his. "Is there anything wrong with that?" His response clearly aimed at the other man's disdainful query. A wave of deja vu gushed over the red girl's head, her ears lacing backward as she was transported back a year - or two - or three. This exact situation was the summary of Rhoswen's entire upbringing; just her luck that she should be born into the most protective brotherhood Denocte had perhaps ever seen. With a flick of her tail, Rhos sent a knowing glance toward Reich, her eyes softening a fraction before they were turned once more toward the unknown stallion.
"My turn. Who even are you?" Amusement hummed at the back of her throat, impossible to read mind, as she knew she might've been eliciting a response similar to her own. Fuck it, they were here now, why not play along?
@judal @reichenbach <3333
At last the stranger poured into her line of sight, melding through the darkness toward the level perch upon which she stood - gazing down at him through eyes of burnished ash. Her first thought was that he might have been taller than any man, or woman, she had ever met, for despite the fortress of night he loomed high - imposing and aloof. Rhoswen did not flinch, did not falter. She ate up his gaze with her own dusky-eyed flame - granite against ivory - breathing in his scent long enough to realise they had not crossed paths before. A newcomer. She might have smiled then, lips almost parting to flash milkywhite teeth, but instead she did nothing at all. A harsh highland breeze lifted her thick auburn hair, spiralling it upward before it settled down to frame her marble-carved features once more. Rhoswen was not a girl made of softness, nor malleable design; someone had once said she was too sharp to touch, and they would not have been wrong. Each line of her body was more pointed than the next - a girl made of glowing razor blades.
"Why are you here? Come to pray to your beloved Denocte."
Exactly what she had been waiting for: Rhos had seen his haughty derision from the moment they'd met, it'd only been a matter of time before he bit - detached or not. Her tongue struck like a bullwhip, "I would tell you, stranger," cracking against the sky, "if the matter of my worship happened to be any business of yours." A breath, a moment, a life time.
And then something quite unexpected happened, or not - considering the land upon which they stood. Reichenbach's hooves clanged out loudly, his familiar scenting filling her nares as he shouldered past the horned man to his right and stood close enough that her shoulder comfortably touched his. "Is there anything wrong with that?" His response clearly aimed at the other man's disdainful query. A wave of deja vu gushed over the red girl's head, her ears lacing backward as she was transported back a year - or two - or three. This exact situation was the summary of Rhoswen's entire upbringing; just her luck that she should be born into the most protective brotherhood Denocte had perhaps ever seen. With a flick of her tail, Rhos sent a knowing glance toward Reich, her eyes softening a fraction before they were turned once more toward the unknown stallion.
"My turn. Who even are you?" Amusement hummed at the back of her throat, impossible to read mind, as she knew she might've been eliciting a response similar to her own. Fuck it, they were here now, why not play along?
@judal @reichenbach <3333
