DARK SMOKE EXHALES // FROM THE MOUNTAIN HALF // && THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH LINING PATHS // SKIES CLEAR AS DAY // SHALL SOON BE FILLED WITH RAIN // && YOU'LL KNOW // YOU'VE FOUND HIS HOME...
& far from his mountain top he was ---- far from the den he called his forever home (in every sense of the word). How the world around him had changed, but not by too much. It was greener now, SPRING WAS AMONG THEM & his body ached to rise, even for just a little while. Fear of others laid never present on his body, whether it be off wet, effervescent scales or within forlorn eyes that bared the shade of emerald. They called for something his mouth dare not speak; LONGED for something that had yet to come. & so, he was meant to WAIT. WAIT & GATHER. For the pursuant of knowledge does not stop, not for FRIEND NOR ENEMY---NOT EVEN FOR DEATH.
THE HORDE SHALL CONTINUE TO GROW SO LONG AS BREATH IS NEEDED. He sat tall, stout from muscle that looked to be invisible with his clothing choice. A cascade of ebony fell down his back, covering most of his body from view. Had he made no motion to move, one would assume that it was an animal, a creature that bore far too much hair for its own good. But, perceptive was she & polite in nature; a SOOTHING nature, foreign almost in concept. How long had it been since HOSTILITY wasn't the first emotion expressed to him? Far too long. No matter the century, MANY did not opt to change. No man. No demon. No hunter. Naive? She? Possibly.
❛ Valerian root. A sleeping herb. I did not know it grew this close to the foot. ❜ Shiryu made no motion to move. She SMELLED human but other scents lingered within her fabrics. PUTRID odors that belonged not to her---ah, what FILTHY company. ❛ Take it. I will not BITE, that I assure you. ❜ His head turned just enough so that a lone eye was visible to her, half his face no longer hidden by the waterfall of hair. ❛ There is no need for caution---I look to not hurt. I am just...passing through. ❜
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