PELLINOR BELONGS TO ALISON CROGGON...BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T ENJOY THIS STORY AND REVIEW IT AS WELL.
Inclining his roman head, the varg let her words submerse themselves within his auds, his charred caudal appendage thoughtfully whisking through the atmosphere with an air of deliberation.
"Do you seek only for respite? Or shall you be making your sanctuary here, in my domain?" he cautiously inquired, stygian gaze capturing hers with a steely force.
Uneasily, the essa shifted her weight, frontward column drifting forwards to skim the land with hesitation. Blades of grass were left crumpled in its wake, only to spring up again by the time her next words were uttered. "I…I am not sure, my Lord," she replied honestly, looking away. Again, her anxiety caused her to dance nervously onto the other haunch, follicles rippling against the epidermis. Her lungs had seemed to stop working, and her pulse was a worried thrum within her bod. Painful was the look she cast, and pity should have been given to her in this frenzied state.
The effect, however, was enough to make a resonating chuckle begin within the knight's gullet. "Why so nervous, mare? It was merely a question. Come, whatever your decision, I have reached my own: you may reside within my band, so should you please. If you feel the need to deny our kinship and one day take flight again, then we will discuss it further upon that date. I do not ask," he continued, as a stutter formed within Imi's pallet and she stepped backwards in obvious shock to his agreement, "for you to perform all herd-like duties until you decide to remain as part of our family." He gave her a pointed glance, and she understood his meaning. "However, some will be expected of you." Demurely, she nodded, although such was the relief that coursed through her veins she wanted to prance and buck and scream for joy. Yet her happiness was constrained within a composed corpse.
"Thank you, thank you, m'Lord," she murmured, and then her sculpted muzzle jerked upwards to meet his eyes again. "Oh, and, if you don't mind my asking…you never told me your name," she asked, harks tilting in question once more. The action caused swathes of onyx tapestry to cascade downwards and cover the similarly hued voids, making her expression practically unreadable.
The czar, coming to companionably walk by her side, paused. "Oh. It is Darsor, my lady Imi." Lightly, his flints danced across the earth until his hide was parallel to the contrasting shade of her own. "Now come, let us be off! The night is fading, and soon my herd shall be in need of my services again." Dipping his head, his powerful hindquarters bunched beneath him. Tainted skin rippled across the taut muscles and tendons, light dancing across the patterns cast by the tendons and ligaments that pieced together so fine a steed. The mare caught her breath once, looking upon him as he began to canter leisurely away, and then she too propelled herself forwards, eager not to be left behind. Scythes struck the earth with purpose and raised debris all about her crystalline shape, and her cranium ascended proudly. She was of his kind now. The realization brought a new hope to the mare, the very fibers of her being warming to the prospect, and a new light shone within her eyes as her paces fell in beside the one christened Darsor.
Casting a glance at the maiden now within his possession, the baron couldn't help but feel a heat within his barrel. Her delicate, modest beauty was enough to make him unaware of everything else about them. And yet, he sensed she hid some mysterious secrets - perhaps painful memories as well, judging by the haunted look within those liquid pools. Something about the damsel intrigued him beyond those flat personalities he usually encountered, and he wasn't afraid of it…no; his hunger to gain knowledge of every aspect of her being was unlike him, and in so short a time. Not even a day - barely an hour - had passed between them, and already he was ensnared.
Shaking his majestic head at himself and his folly, he slightly increased their pace, and the mare hurried to keep stride. Both were very evenly matched in stamina, although his speed, of course, was incomparable. Yet she kept pace well as they drew ever nearer towards the place he - and now, she - called home.