@foulcast​

There’s hesitance in the way his hand rises – fondness a driving impulse to touch that which he could not gaze upon. Jahliqai inhales – caught in a momentary trance of doubt, before he decides to act upon his heart. Fingers softly card through bound tresses (they’re longer, now), eye softening as it settles absently upon the crown of Taryn’s head. Then, a patting motion – where a smile blooms.

     “ ...The way you carry yourself, “ comes the low-timbred hum of his voice, “ it’s different. “

tag drop! some are still placeholders bc i’m bald and can’t think anymore (:

@theswell​

The bleed of gore tinges the air with the scent of corroded copper... The splatter of beasts maimed line the floor with stains of a future harvest. A fizzle – deep in the well of a warrior’s chest. Jahliqai’s feet sift along the ground – back straightening as a sigh finds a home beyond the yawn of his mouth, in a world shrouded with everlasting darkness. And thus, it is darkness that he beckons to (deeper, even) – calloused fingers tracing the lines of cloth that shroud his beatless chest. 

The call comes in a hush – the growl of beasts still abrasive to the struggler’s presence, grating at the underside of his horns (scales reverb – irritated at the slightest of sounds, now). 

      “ –––Zenos... “

His breath expels, and he feels the air tinge with heat – feels the smoke billow from his very being. A dipped chin acknowledges the ghost of claws brushing against his skin. Jahliqai’s lightless eye remains open, knowing his avatar’s sight was far more eager to settle upon the prey he could not quench himself of. In spite of, does Jahliqai’s arm lift in a slow sweep, just as he hears claws sift in a slight shift that indicated a bracing. His palm outstretches, and the frost he’d lost in his sight instead settles upon his tongue.

     “ ...feast. “