bottom of the glass

Posted 2 years, 9 days ago (Edited 2 years, 8 days ago) by  Thuri Modeus Dragonblüd _spoopi_

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fate rarely calls upon us

at the moment of our choosing

The yawn that loosed from his muzzle seemed to shake through his entire form, tensing each muscle so that the brooding flames within burned behind his scars and momentarily an orange glow emanated where he was most vulnerable. Leathery wings stretched out - their phalanges curled until unfurled for maximum effect - at the peak of the thunderous sound until Thuri clipped the eruption and sank back into himself. Smacking his mead kissed lips the draconian stallion offered quick glances down the old dusty roads. Crickets chirped in the still night and overhead stars twinkled when not veiled by purple clouds. A damp settled into the air that would betray a thick morning dew in the hours to come, but all of it was missed to the stud. Two steps behind himself, the drunkard stumbled forward to a haphazard traipse, following the beaten dirt path towards... well, he wasn't very sure.

More than two, or three (or four), pints in, Thuri hadn't really a care in the world. Wherever the road would take him he'd eventually find some place to lay, whether it was in a warm bed offered by a kind stranger or a decent thicket. Comfort came in many forms, and his warm, sloshing belly promised a deep night's sleep wherever he managed to crawl. For now though, his bleary eyes watched twilit heavens overhead as he continued to trip over his own shod hooves, or bounce temporary along a guiding fence. Something about the stars was just... so captivating tonight. With another yawn the lumbering brute waddled to a halt where the whistle of dancing grass blades were his only company, and the atmosphere promised eons of masterpieces to marvel over. Nape long and muzzle skyward, the stallion let his wings drop to the dirt of the road, heavy and tired, as he simply stood in stunned silence and lived in the present.

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 Abdullah Anemone cwidow

It’s always under the moonlight that you have strange encounters. Most often they are fleeting and meaningless but sometimes… just sometimes you can enjoy the outcome. Perhaps a new friend is all you need to cheer yourself up. Everything you tell yourself to muck up the courage to emerge from the shadows and introduce yourself for the millionth time. 


But it works and now you’re considering what the danger here could be. Would the magic still bless you or would today be the day you’re left to care all for yourself with no help? Oh well, “The sky is spectacular tonight.” It’s loud enough to be heard from the distance you have put between yourself and the stranger.

 Thuri Modeus Dragonblüd _spoopi_

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fate rarely calls upon us

at the moment of our choosing

Struck dumb from the sheer size and majesty of the cosmos above, Thuri hadn't realized the dapple grey mare as she came to view. Low winds didn't prepare him with her scent, nor were his ears trained to listen for any approachers - let alone, anything. What a sight he must be, the rather intimidating figure of this male slack-jawed and eyes wide with awe. The stars' reflection in his eyes filled the void of emptiness that otherwise occured inside, leaving only space to muse on his minuscule part in the grand scheme of things.

Thuri lurched when the femme called out, and his fiery eyes shot from the heavens above down to her with no sense of threat or anger, but curiosity. Moments passed while his mind caught up with what she had said, and he took in her dappled figure during the buffer. His audits flicked forward and his nostrils flared slightly as he regarded her feminine shape and gentle visage, and when finally he comprehended what she'd spoken he offered a genial smile. "I couldn't help but ta notice." he began, but offered a wink with a final sentiment, "Just like you, m'lady." A rumbling chuckle rolled through him at his own lack of self-control, but ultimately he did turn back towards the painted blues, purples, and blacks of the night sky above. "If yer goin' to the tavern, they're closing up. Ain't much that way no more."

cwidow

 Abdullah Anemone cwidow

Crystal blue eyes watched as he studied her before he spoke with a wink. If she had light skin and no coat her cheeks would flush pink. She felt warmth, the genuine unexpected but welcome warmth of kindness, before responding to his comments. “Call me Abdullah,” spoken as she shared in his joyous rumble with her own petite and shy laugh.

Her assumptions of his boldness was that of true nature until he spoke of a tavern. The woman felt a little down trodden by her conclusion that his words were likely not honest truth but instead the ramblings of a drunk. Nonetheless his company would not be taken for granted. “Truth be told I’m not much of a drinker,” her face and neck stretching as she joined his stargazing, “I do not like the lack of control that alcohol burdens consumers with.”

She a took a moment to ponder the appropriateness of asking another to divulge the secrets of another, but how would he know if she was asking about a lost friend or the one being she intends to murder? “I hate to ruin the view with a serious inquiry but have you come across a woman with eyes like the moon?” A brief pause to decide if a name was worth mentioning, “She may have even offered a name, Severa.”

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 Thuri Modeus Dragonblüd _spoopi_

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fate rarely calls upon us

at the moment of our choosing

"Abdullah..." he muttered towards the stars, his ember orbs once more a mirror for the cosmos above. "A pretty name fer a pretty lady." he muttered, before blinking away stardust at looking back towards the dappled femme. Not a drinker? Heh... he supposed that the drink only seduced some, and he was very much included. He swayed momentarily, but a hide leg caught the shift in weight as he quietly mulled over her statements. Didn't like lack of control? He couldn't blame her. Sometimes he found his own tongue too loose when he'd too much mead, but the notion, even upon the dawn of its realization, never quite stopped him.

Thuri was about to return to their mutual stargazing when she mentioned her purpose for being on the road so late at night, and an audit fell to the side in a hint of his curiosity. "Severa..." he tasted the name on his tongue, visage once again rising skyward but this time towards the brilliant silver moon. Combing through those he'd recently shared beds or drinks with, none met her description aptly, and with his lips drawn in a thin line he shook his head in decline. "Can't say I have. An' I'm not one te ferget a name." He admitted as his thick spined tail curled behind him. He looked back down to the seeker, feeling the warmth of the mead slosh in his belly as he steadied. "M'sorry. Wish I could help."

cwidow

 Abdullah Anemone cwidow

Pale blue eyes watched the features of his large face; the man's slitted pupils caught her close attention. Abdullah looked for the slightest hint he could offer her but as his face turned to the moon, drinking in its presence in relevance to her daughter she found her patience grow into anxiety. So many years of her life had been spent in search of the only child she ever bore, the one and only being that ever escaped a prison dimension built by her powerful witchcraft. Severa was a danger to everyone. A danger that Abdullah unleashed upon this world in a moment of hasty and emotion-influenced choices.

Her anxiety boiled inside as the draconic man denied his knowledge of such a being. It was still out there, still feeding off the world and sucking its beauty dry… somewhere. “No need to apologize,” she stepped closer to him, saddling up to his left side to star gaze once more but this time as a duo. “I will find her someday.” Abdullah turned her face to his, “Are you troubled? Or are you a regular drunk?” The question falls boldly but with genuine curiosity and a gentleness that dares to pet the surface of something that is perhaps less tame than his surface manners.


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fate rarely calls upon us

at the moment of our choosing

Thuri erupted with a laugh, the metal clasps woven into his beard tinging now and again as they pecked one another with a kiss. With a rumbling in his throat akin to thought, he brought his gaze back down to the terrestrial world and glanced towards the dapple. She wore years in her face, though he still stood by his initial response of her being pleasing to the eye. "Naw, hardly troubled." he admitted, his muzzle cocked with a grin. "Simply enjoy the taste of honey mead a bit too much, according ta some." With a sigh he sinks deep into the cool night air, letting his back go lack and his hip to kick out to let a hoof rest. With a shift, he cracks the joints at his shoulders where his wings fall in a heavy cape.

As he turns away a heavy yawn escapes him, and the wells of his eyes fill with bright moisture that mirrors the stars more clearly than before. It was a new morning, early enough still that most would argue that it was still twilight. While he had no issues discussing his relationship with the drink, Thuri took the opportunity to pose his own inquiry. "If yer not out enjoying da nightlife, I can only assume yer lookin' fer this Severa?" While the coy grin still was present on his face, there was a genuine curiosity that peeked behind his eyes of fire. The words did not taste of malice or tease, but of unfiltered interest.

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