I had nothing to say And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
Innocence lay like the fresh, powder snow across the femme. As if she had been left untouched by the typical cruelties of the world, that alone made her special. The brute’s amber orbs examined her with full curiosity, everyone he had never known intimately had been haunted by the past. Dragged down by one thing or another. This isn’t to say they weren’t strong of course, there was no one (in his mind) with more willpower and perseverance than Owdeht. His own life had been severely less complicated than his grandmother’s, but that could also be chalked up to the fact that he was still quite young - having seen only four full years of life thus far.
The laugher that falls from her maw is musical, a sound that the tobiano immediately decides he will enjoy hearing in his home. She and Dora could be wonderful friends. As for her eyes - they remind him slightly of others in his family. Blue, like sapphires while his were the fire of his grandfather’s.
”So that no one else may take you from me,” his reply comes easily and honestly. Though he did not want to upset the girl, he figured he may as well shoot straight with her. ”You are not from around here. This is not always the safest place on our islands but I assure you, you will be protected in my home.” Smiling, he bobs his cranium. True, he had a temper all his own, a destructive, raging monster that sometimes ripped himself loose of Orkaan’s control, but he made sure to distance himself from the mares in such instances. Besides, it meant he could take on anyone who tried to steal what was his. It meant his family would be taken care of. At least these were the words he used to console himself when the anger began to fade away on such nights.
Emitting a small snort of surprise as she prances, the behemoth cocks his head to the side and then laughs, deep and rumbling like the thunder. If Orkaan is a storm, her light, butterfly touch is the rainbow at the end. He pauses, rather pleased, as she gives him her name. Jaci. Jaci. What a marvelous day it was turning out to be.
”It is a pleasure Jaci. I do hope I live up to the stories of the Kings.” A shameless flirt, something Owdeht had always scowled at him for but a habit that stuck none the less. ”Of course, I’d have easily believed you were a princess. How have you come upon this place today?”
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul