AION
The laugh bubbled up inside of his chest, boisterous and unexpected. He tossed his head back high and let the laughter roll out of him. Now that the threat of an attack was gone and the stress had been worked—temporarily—out of his system, it left him feeling good. One could dare to say Aion was even happy, for the time being—there was only one person who could have made this moment better.
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it, Warden,” he teased, flicking his long tail behind him. “I’ve seen straighter men than you learn something from it.” With that he lifted his legs into a fast-paced trot that carried him out of the Steppe, content to find a shallow stream to nurse his wounds in.
text. talk.
headshot by rhiann
you know he’s gotta have the last word ;D
