YOUR PRAYERS ARE POISON
your pleasure is pain
His nose brushes the sand , wet and sticking to the velvet soft skin , almost seeming like it's floating in place on the translucent patch of skin . He blinks , shaking his head a little and furrowing phantom brows when he feels the small grains falling off , tickling almost .
It doesn't take much for his head to lift at the sound of crunching sand , ears swiveling and the middle eye on his face closing . It helps his sight a little more , the other four eyes focusing on a moving figure that's ... walking strangely . He's been around for too long , long enough to recognize someone hard of sight , or blind . His suspicions are confirmed when she comes a little close , his tail dragging through the sand as he swings himself away , wings tucking in tighter against his body .
He's avoided many faces and beings , this would be the first time in a long time he's been caught close enough for some sort of conversation .
It's strange , hearing her voice , and realizing ... she's an innocent . Likely gentle-hearted , making her way through this life as best she can . How odd , that he even cares at the moment .
Fangs bare between his lips , before he snorts again , softer . " You're fine . " He pauses a moment , the deep baritone of his voice seeming to shudder in the air . She's small , but then again , everyone is small when compared to a titan like him , at twenty-three hands .
" Isn't the world a little dangerous for you to be out here alone ? " He's startlingly not being rude when he speaks , his tone more questioning and curious . " I've seen many blind equines in my time , but not one that wanders like you . " Why does he care enough to give an explanation ? Part of him is irritated at himself , all four ears falling back as he grouses internally to himself about it . Why does this matter ? Why is he giving her any sort of time of day ?
He'd rather be alone , as much as he's been over the thousands of years that have waned past him .
It doesn't take much for his head to lift at the sound of crunching sand , ears swiveling and the middle eye on his face closing . It helps his sight a little more , the other four eyes focusing on a moving figure that's ... walking strangely . He's been around for too long , long enough to recognize someone hard of sight , or blind . His suspicions are confirmed when she comes a little close , his tail dragging through the sand as he swings himself away , wings tucking in tighter against his body .
He's avoided many faces and beings , this would be the first time in a long time he's been caught close enough for some sort of conversation .
It's strange , hearing her voice , and realizing ... she's an innocent . Likely gentle-hearted , making her way through this life as best she can . How odd , that he even cares at the moment .
Fangs bare between his lips , before he snorts again , softer . " You're fine . " He pauses a moment , the deep baritone of his voice seeming to shudder in the air . She's small , but then again , everyone is small when compared to a titan like him , at twenty-three hands .
" Isn't the world a little dangerous for you to be out here alone ? " He's startlingly not being rude when he speaks , his tone more questioning and curious . " I've seen many blind equines in my time , but not one that wanders like you . " Why does he care enough to give an explanation ? Part of him is irritated at himself , all four ears falling back as he grouses internally to himself about it . Why does this matter ? Why is he giving her any sort of time of day ?
He'd rather be alone , as much as he's been over the thousands of years that have waned past him .
@Elain
