WOOT.
He had to admit, he was fascinated. Aiden had heard stories of horses from his family, and had even seen them being used as burden beasts by some of the more shifted tribes he'd had dealings with, but the Oriel male had never seen anyone ride one. He had also never seen one quite so uniquely colored. In one word, the animal was stunning, and Aiden's normally cold blue eyes had widened in awe of the beast.
Perhaps just as impressive to the male's eyes was the horse's rider. She was beautifully formed, a sleek and feminine shadow with an unmistakable air of confidence and leadership around her. Her ebony fur shone in the splintered sunlight that streamed determinedly through the thick canopy of the forest, and her intricately designed tattoos caught his gaze and beckoned the loner's mind to unravel their labyrinth of symbols.
As he moved silently closer, his large optime form more than at home in the shadowy woods he knew every inch of, he was careful to keep himself downwind. He was able to pick out more details as he slipped between the shade of the huge trees, and he was taken almost aback by the color of the stranger's eyes. They were an unmistakable silver-grey, the very same color as his granduncle Crow's, and of his cousin Myrkr's. It was a common color amongst the Stormbringer line, and between the woman's eyes and pelt, Aiden wouldn't have been surprised if she was some sort of distant relative. He couldn't help it; he needed to know more.
The large were was careful to keep his posture unthreatening as he stepped from the shadows. His topaz blue eyes were guarded, but friendly enough. The silver inverted cross dangling from his neck sent little glimmers of sunlight dancing around the trees, and the white triskele below his eye stood out glaringly from his otherwise unblemished black pelt. Well, I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of seeing someone quite as unique as you are around these lands. You're definitely not from around here, are you miss?
Table by Tay
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