[AW] So gracefully they rose

[Anonymous]

A N O N Y M O U S He heads south. Soon he's entering a swampland. Not the worst or boggiest he's ever seen, but still unpleasant for those who value firm ground. He picks his way with caution but does not lose a single bit of predatory grace. He's practiced that walk far too often to be thrown off it now. Though he's careful to watch his surroundings, his mind travels back to the night before. Not long ago he'd left the Amare Creek, giving his farewell to the first creature he'd met here in Novus. (And what a strange creature he was, not your usual first meeting.) It wasn't just a meeting. It was a test of wills, a calling of bluffs (there had been none, as it turned out), a game of poker faces and flinty resolve. And it had ended in the best way possible: seduction. Their hot breath melding as adrenaline pumped through their veins, endorphins leading them toward ecstasy. Words that were taunts, teases, then promises slipped between them. Even through the heat of arousal there was a power struggle. Who ended on top... well, it wasn't clear. In the end he had revealed his true name to Only, abandoning the ruse of "Emrys." It was a name he might use again, but there was something about Only that made him offer a modicum of trust. Maybe it was the sex that did it. He had no doubt that they would cross paths again, and Anonymous found himself looking forward to it. The sound of voices breaks him from his reverie. Well, it was only voice, but he doubted that it was speaking to itself. He found his way to the cover of some swamp brush and trees, letting his cloak drape over him to darken his already dark hide. The sun has begun to set, aiding in his hiding. He approaches the voice, and sees a pair standing upon a platform above the murky, muddled water. One is a lady, soft to view with petals decorating her creme body, her wings. The other is a male, another pegasus. Perhaps he is handsome, but Anonymous wouldn't know, given that mud was splattered all over him. An effort at camouflage, perhaps? Or else quite an unfortunate young man. He speaks strangely to the mare, his grammar and accent strange to the assassin's ear. He spies a little creature - unidentifiable from his distance - crawling over the male's neck to disappear down his face. How strange.... @Florentine @Damascus

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