It is not difficult to notice the red stallion. He is leggy but large, and his footfalls are heavier than most, with eyes that glow like embers in the darkness. And he isn’t trying to hide—while he has wandered from the bustling streets of Denocte’s capitol in favor of the open wilds, it is not solitude that Fang is trying to find. He couldn’t say what it is he is searching for, if anything, only that there is something about the lake that draws him to it. Familiarity, perhaps. It is where he had first woken up in this strange world, where he had found Requiem again, and where it was that his life began to (slowly) piece itself together again from the ashes.
Ashes and bones and ruin—that is all that his life and world had become. Shadows infested with monsters, and bloodcurdling cries that continue to haunt his dreams. Night has come, the moon rays cast the lakeshore in glittering shades of silver, and still Fang searches for the Terrors in the dark. They’re gone, he reminds himself, slowly breathing in the night air, and willing the habit of survival to free him of its steely grasp.
He turns, shifting his leathery wings closer against his sides when he catches sight of her.
The moonlight falls to halo her dainty figure, silhouetting her frame against the glassy surface of the water. She is already set in his path, so he moves forward before he has time to decide otherwise, his sweeping strides carrying him through the cool grass as he observes her actions. “What are you doing?” Fang calls out, the timbre of his voice quieter than usual, weathered by grief and weighted with pain. Even so, he is curious. He draws slowly to a halt when he is nearly at her side, his fiery eyes flicking over the fallen log with interest before they settle on the star-spotted woman.
tag; @Salome
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Ashes and bones and ruin—that is all that his life and world had become. Shadows infested with monsters, and bloodcurdling cries that continue to haunt his dreams. Night has come, the moon rays cast the lakeshore in glittering shades of silver, and still Fang searches for the Terrors in the dark. They’re gone, he reminds himself, slowly breathing in the night air, and willing the habit of survival to free him of its steely grasp.
He turns, shifting his leathery wings closer against his sides when he catches sight of her.
The moonlight falls to halo her dainty figure, silhouetting her frame against the glassy surface of the water. She is already set in his path, so he moves forward before he has time to decide otherwise, his sweeping strides carrying him through the cool grass as he observes her actions. “What are you doing?” Fang calls out, the timbre of his voice quieter than usual, weathered by grief and weighted with pain. Even so, he is curious. He draws slowly to a halt when he is nearly at her side, his fiery eyes flicking over the fallen log with interest before they settle on the star-spotted woman.
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fang
run away with me
Lost boys like me
are free.
are free.
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