Her figure flinched at the harshness of his laughter, and he couldn’t blame her. The sound was one rarely emitted by the demon, and under the rare circumstance he produced such a sound it could be like claws on a chalk board or silky smooth. She was lucky to have received one on the softer spectrum, but there was always something off about the fiery monster. The ghostly ess smiled at him, someone friendly? He wondered quietly to himself. He watched as she sat down graciously. She held herself with respect and a certain air of certainty but not royalty. He knew royalty when he saw it or came into contact with it. I am simply trying to find stories that may be worthy of, she paused to gather her thoughts, before she continued. Her voice floated with ease and was pleasurable to the monsters untreated audits. pursuit, and a creature as odd as I’ve seen in quite some time must have an interesting one to tell. So, pray tell, do you?

Horizon wanted to cringe at the word odd, but there was something about Celeste’s approach that made it seem more innocent. Her tilted head and ocean blues could have Horizon in a trance if he hadn’t been so quick to recover with his name. But neither had really been at attention, and her ears tilted back at the sound of his voice, like he had threatened her. Horizon furrowed his brow in confusion, had he said something offensive? But Celeste made a hasty cover up, Horizon like the sky meeting the land? A poetic name, rolls of the tongue well. Her cranium bobbed up and down in approval and Horizon let the smile remain in place as he approached her. But her attitude seemed to switch in seconds. Her lips parted into cocky smile and her graceful air was replaced by one of arrogance. How does one as tall, and gangly, as yourself move with such grace, hm?

Horizon towered above the ess, his “gangly” legs covering ground until he was right in front of her. His crown dipped down to her level, his mismatched orbs looking directly into her icy pools. There was a glint of playfulness and arrogance to match the femme’s Royalty walks with nothing but grace, dearest Celeste. He smirked before pulling his face away from hers. His blacken stilts picked up a slow cadence as he wound his way around Celeste. Horizon arched his tail and held his head higher with his chocolate pool visible to Celeste but his whole gaze was focused on her. He circled her once before stopping, a small rumble of laughter leaving his maw. The smile had returned and his crown turned to face hers. I’m from a land where all that roam are the tall and gangly. Where a wolf such as yourself could be considered short and stocky” He smirked playfully and winked towards Celeste.

As for stories, I couldn’t possible delve into the secrets of the royal family now could I? An act of treachery and the cause of my death? I fear it would not be worth your time if the story teller is killed… He teased her lightly before sitting down in front of his company. As collector of stories I expect you have many to share? A trade of stories? One of mine for one of yours, though my one stipulation is the story must be of relation to you. Horizon looked into Celeste’s oceans searching for an agreement, but also to study her depth and her. Is that okay? Horizon watched Celeste intently but with a gentle gaze. He didn’t want to scare away the femme, he merely wanted to talk and share companionship for at least the night.