mustache man
07-04-2013, 12:58 AM
A queen of the north, Eos had grown rapidly accustomed to the cold; substantial jacket all-encompassing leathery flesh into a saluted insulator of heat and fortification. She required it, to say the least; but here? Bouncing step was disabled by endless waves of temperature, a previously resolute trot fading rapidly to a wounded shamble. The youth was an undeniable image of physical fitness, greyhound-influenced stomach reaching up beneath broad hind limbs, but no matter how trained one was, a beast could surely never flourish in such a death seized land. The meagre, forthcoming frame of an ebony ghoul was enough to confirm such presumptions; the dames? eyes clinking hauntingly across the pronounced rows of his ribcage as he lumbered the deathly landscape with lack of haste. What a beautiful sight it was. As tempted as she were to avoid him, the tickling encouragement of near-by water would carry her accurately to his door, she would pause, sparing a few moments to catch her breath; surveying the awkward beast with dwindling interest. |