Post by SagaWolf on Jul 2, 2017 6:08:53 GMT -6
Characters: Ianthe and Sauron.
Time: Somewhere between Chapter Three and Four.
Location: Outside Sauron's cave.
Time: Somewhere between Chapter Three and Four.
Location: Outside Sauron's cave.
Ianthe
Planter and self-proclaimed Adventurer!
Planter and self-proclaimed Adventurer!
She hadn't been able to take her mind off of him, the kirin, springing out of the cave like an explosion of fire. The sight even haunted her in dreams, only then he was flames and he came with the intention of burning everything she held dear. That was what kirins did, wasn't it? They sure as heck didn't offer hugs, not in the stories she had been raised with. Kirins were villains, evil creatures, bringers of doom and destructions! They were mythical opponents the hero needed to defeat with skill and wits, and it was quite frankly impossible to wrap her head around how a kirin was here... alive!
Out of all the things Ianthe had been imagining Ishmael to hide in that cave, a scaled horse was not among them. Monsters, sure, maybe even a full sized dragon! But a kirin? Nope, nope and triple nope! So why was she back now? Sneaking along the red rocks, colourful wings tucked in tight and head kept low like a cat. She was curious, that was why, curious as heck and unable to shake the stallion from her mind. She needed a closer look! She needed to see him again, alive and breathing, to calm the excited chatter in her brain and maybe finally get a decent night's rest.
Ianthe was moving slowly, fancying herself a master of stealth, pressed as low to the ground as possible and sticking to boulders and plants for cover. Of course, it would have helped if she'd had the presence of mind to bring along her cloak, to dampen her feathery rainbow of colours, but once she had decided to go spy on the cave, she hadn't thought to plan any further. A flaw of hers, acting on impulse, ops.
She hid behind a sad bush, judging the spiky dry branches to be big and dense enough to shelter her, and from there she had a pretty good view of the cave mouth. She didn't think to check that all of her was tucked into hiding, which meant that her brilliant, arching tail feathers stood out glaringly from the bush. Through a small gap in the branches, she could see the cave. It wasn't perfect, much of her vision was obstructed, but it was good enough. And so, she waited, hoping, after a while, that the kirin was actually inside his cave, and not out wandering.
Out of all the things Ianthe had been imagining Ishmael to hide in that cave, a scaled horse was not among them. Monsters, sure, maybe even a full sized dragon! But a kirin? Nope, nope and triple nope! So why was she back now? Sneaking along the red rocks, colourful wings tucked in tight and head kept low like a cat. She was curious, that was why, curious as heck and unable to shake the stallion from her mind. She needed a closer look! She needed to see him again, alive and breathing, to calm the excited chatter in her brain and maybe finally get a decent night's rest.
Ianthe was moving slowly, fancying herself a master of stealth, pressed as low to the ground as possible and sticking to boulders and plants for cover. Of course, it would have helped if she'd had the presence of mind to bring along her cloak, to dampen her feathery rainbow of colours, but once she had decided to go spy on the cave, she hadn't thought to plan any further. A flaw of hers, acting on impulse, ops.
She hid behind a sad bush, judging the spiky dry branches to be big and dense enough to shelter her, and from there she had a pretty good view of the cave mouth. She didn't think to check that all of her was tucked into hiding, which meant that her brilliant, arching tail feathers stood out glaringly from the bush. Through a small gap in the branches, she could see the cave. It wasn't perfect, much of her vision was obstructed, but it was good enough. And so, she waited, hoping, after a while, that the kirin was actually inside his cave, and not out wandering.
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