BATTLECRY

I've had my share of Falls

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(OOC: Why thank you! I'm surprised myself as it has been a couple of years since I've rpg!)

The elegant enchanter slowly, seductively turned to face the shadow lover. Moonlight's beauty was surreal and was inwardly appreciated, Battlecry kept his emotions close to his heart and unreadable. The raven minx had a intellectual mind and usually withstood in a peaceful atmosphere. Yet today there was a slight humming of tension that flowed and ebbed around Moonlight. Battlecry could not pin point her unease, but it slowly surpassed.

Battlecry was aware of the scrutiny that was lain upon his heightened frame. What is it that you see? Will your glance just that a glance? Or perhaps you will be of the few whom have the ability to see beyond the darkness. At first glance and first thought most would label him as taciturn and brooding. Disregarding this handsome, chapel of raven to being unworthy of time and words. But you see this is what we desire. Then most would miss the spark of intelligence that would briefly simmer in the usual dark, endless voids. There he stood in a quiet self assurance within the flickering darkness.

Battlecry's eyes were as dark as that of his coat. Their depths for a moment spoke of pastime haunting and an intricate web of flickering shadows that was the heart of his world. Whereas Moonlight had a unique hue to her orbs. Her black coat brought out the azure in her dancing eyes. One could easily get lost in their simpering depths.
His joy at seeing Moonlight slowly dispersed as he pondered over the quickening of his heart. He never allowed any of his feelings to be known to outside viewers. His stance within the realm was at best tricky. With the appearance of a long lost lover of Moonlight brought reality into a hard check. Battlecry for once in his life was at crossroads. Not quite sure which way would manifest the better end. But for the time being he allowed the rare touch that he always craved but never poached upon. His tantalizing eyes closed with thich rave lashes as he enjoyed the slight tenderness of that touch. But all good things must come to and end and Battlecry felt cheated from the lost of it. Both equines seemed frozen in time. For neither moved nor broke the silence that was thickly lain between the bodies. I supposed this would be a test of patience or whereever it shall lead...