Post by silk on Dec 6, 2010 0:47:36 GMT -5
Steely hooves rang against the cobblestones in a slow cadence that was an altogether different pitch from any normal horse. The horse herself was indeed something very far from her distant cousins that would normally be seen around Ceunon. Her coat shined in the dim light, the lamps along the sides of houses flickering against her in shifting waves of gold and silver. She paced slowly, elegant ears flicking about as she walked, looking very nearly as wary as the man on her back. There was no apparent tack adorning her body, instead it seemed that she responded to the man's directions almost by thought itself.
Perched on her back, almost as if he were the other half of the centaur, was her rider. A thick, dense cloak of green was draped over his shoulders and head. But bright steel glinted across his chest and thighs in an intricate manner that was as alien to the area as the mare he rode. The armor alone would have not been so strange, but he openly wore a longsword strapped across his back, the hilt as dense a green as his cloak. No other weapons were visible, but any passerby in this area would be likely to assume that he was not carrying simply one sword.
Time was a fluid thing, but it had taken more than the Enion had liked to get here. Ceunon. It stank. The first human city he had ever seen... And so far he was not impressed. Like everything about humans, it was full of bustle and a need so great that all thinking seemed to be set aside. Even now, in the dead of night, it felt alive. Nothing like the great forests of Du Weldenvarden, but it felt full of people... Like baby rabbits, all huddling together against their one protection from the outside world. Enion wondered how many stopped to contemplate a rose or to watch a sunrise.
No, he was not here for death. He had enough human deaths on his hands. For now, he was here to learn more about these flippant people that shot through their lives like shooting stars in the night. In the center of a large square, the mare paced to a halt. As her steely hooves rang once more then fell silent, Enion found himself breaking out of the reverie. The hood shadowed his piercing blue eyes and predatory features. But even if one could not clearly see his face, his armor and steed were of obvious origins.
One gauntleted hand drifted down across the mare's neck and his gaze flicked around the deserted square. There were so many around, that he found it almost overwhelming and couldn't sort much out of the mire. The mare's ears swiveled back in response to Enion's touch and the elf chuckled dryly.
"See something interesting Rhenhon?" He said softly, the volume only high enough to carry to the mare's ears. Her only response was to snort an look away once more.
Perched on her back, almost as if he were the other half of the centaur, was her rider. A thick, dense cloak of green was draped over his shoulders and head. But bright steel glinted across his chest and thighs in an intricate manner that was as alien to the area as the mare he rode. The armor alone would have not been so strange, but he openly wore a longsword strapped across his back, the hilt as dense a green as his cloak. No other weapons were visible, but any passerby in this area would be likely to assume that he was not carrying simply one sword.
Time was a fluid thing, but it had taken more than the Enion had liked to get here. Ceunon. It stank. The first human city he had ever seen... And so far he was not impressed. Like everything about humans, it was full of bustle and a need so great that all thinking seemed to be set aside. Even now, in the dead of night, it felt alive. Nothing like the great forests of Du Weldenvarden, but it felt full of people... Like baby rabbits, all huddling together against their one protection from the outside world. Enion wondered how many stopped to contemplate a rose or to watch a sunrise.
No, he was not here for death. He had enough human deaths on his hands. For now, he was here to learn more about these flippant people that shot through their lives like shooting stars in the night. In the center of a large square, the mare paced to a halt. As her steely hooves rang once more then fell silent, Enion found himself breaking out of the reverie. The hood shadowed his piercing blue eyes and predatory features. But even if one could not clearly see his face, his armor and steed were of obvious origins.
One gauntleted hand drifted down across the mare's neck and his gaze flicked around the deserted square. There were so many around, that he found it almost overwhelming and couldn't sort much out of the mire. The mare's ears swiveled back in response to Enion's touch and the elf chuckled dryly.
"See something interesting Rhenhon?" He said softly, the volume only high enough to carry to the mare's ears. Her only response was to snort an look away once more.
► He didn't seem like a pack animal but Oren liked to travel with people, it made it harder for him to appear mysterious and alluring, but even Lone gods needed companions. The problem with Traveling with Enion was that Oren did not like riding things; he found it quite frightening, which is why he didn’t even try to become a dragon rider. So traveling with Enion was rather difficult. Enion could only go as fast as Oren and since Oren didn’t have a horse they did not move very fast. The day after they left Du Weldenvarden, where the forest made walking naturally slow, Oren realized that he couldn’t help having to buy a horse. The next village they came to Oren shelled out the money for a very tame old bay colored horse a named Seeslong, which Oren took to be commentary on the horse’s bald face and blue eyes. After a few days Oren had spent enough time in the things head to admit that he liked the thing and that Seeslong was the “exception tha’ made the rule” about horse-riding being scary. 
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