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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 12:15 pm
Ignazio lay slightly apart from the rest of the Khalasar, the hot sand cradling each curve of his body comfortably as he watched the last vestiges of light fading from the sky. The evening chill was already beginning to settle in, the ground around him steaming as the heat drained back into the atmosphere, stars began to wink into existence and the large moon peeked out from behind a few wispy bits of cloud.
He was content here with this herd, felt at home for the first time in what felt like forever but his heart was heavy with the memories of what had brought him here and who he had lost. He had given up on ever finding Kynreeve, she had escaped him and, although it hurt to admit, he should never have chased her in the first place. It was selfish. It had led to him being captured and although the harpies were not the terrible jailers he had originally feared, he had still felt keenly his lack of freedom. It had hurt him to ask Vaniania to let him go, he had cared for her in a way that he had not cared for anyone outside of his family. Before his capture, he had been a foolish youth, swollen with pride and arrogance. He had broken hearts and tossed them aside with no thought to how he must have been hurting people. Admittedly he had never made any promises or lied about his intentions but still, he had behaved less than admirably. Ignazio had not thought his heart was capable of anything more meaningful. Well, now he knew. Perhaps the pain of that realization was the price of learning more about himself.
He closed his eyes, the memories were like thin shards of glass resting against his heart, if he moved them too much, it left him bleeding and gasping, best to leave them be. To try to live around them rather than with them, yet... He wanted, he needed to live past them, because he was keenly beginning to feel the need to repair himself. Ignazio wanted to feel whole again, and sure of himself and who he was. Not the cocky egotism of his youth, but not this hollowed out shell either. Something in between, he thought finding something meaningful to devote himself to would be a good start, work he found pleasurable and worthwhile. He was still unsure of the purpose of the Khalasar was, had avoided asking questions while he was healing, but now his body was sound and he wanted to contribute, not feel like a charity case among those who had saved him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 10:30 pm
 Daenerys stretched her wings wide, hoping to catch even a hint of a breeze to cool her. As much as she enjoyed the heat, the desert was too much of a good thing. She had long since ceased wearing her usual garb while in the sand and the blazing sun. Anything that touched her skin just caught sweat, leaving her chafed and unclean by the end of the day.
Her dragons were nowhere in sight, but this didn't concern her. They often went far afield during the day, looking for prey. They'd be back in a few hours, to sleep among the herd. For now, she had time to herself and her own thoughts. Her thoughts today turned to the newest member of their group, a certain stallion that they had rescued from dehydration.
She saw Ignazio resting in the sand, separated from the group. She found her hooves moving in his direction before she even realized what purpose drove her. When she reached him, she settled down in the sand not far away, her eyes immediately drawn to his mysteriously glowing wings.
"Good evening, Ignazio," she said amiably. "I hope you don't mind me joining you." She chuckled a little, knowing it would have been more polite to ask such a thing before she settled in.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 11:10 am
Ignazio's ears flicked back as the sand shifted and the muted sound of hoof beats reached him. His face was expressionless as Daenerys stepped into view, but his green eyes shone softly as his heart lurched in reaction to her presence. Her effect on what sometimes felt like a dead lump of flesh within his chest was occasionally disquieting and often confusing, perhaps it was that her face always brought strongly to mind his relief and endless gratitude that she had saved his life, perhaps it was simply a reflex reaction to her exquisite beauty.
He watched her as her eyes traced the webbed pinions that curved up from his shoulders, spread to allow the moisture that had gathered as he walked through the heat to evaporate. It was a familiar flick of the eyes, but there was no fear or condemnation in her eyes, simply curiosity. Ignazio felt a grim approval, he hadn't minded the rumors and foreboding aura the wings and markings across his back spawned while growing up among the Debbani, the fear had protected him and his family where brute strength would have not and that had suited him. Still, he had come to understand the distance it had created between him and other people, he was glad that Daenerys wasn't foolish enough to fear someone based on something so superficial. She was a fiery mare, and wise beyond her years, he doubted she feared much.
He peered at her through his veil of dark hair as she settled down next to him, and smiled a bit impishly, "Not at all, there's plenty of room." His gaze swept across the vast expanse around them and then back to the queen at his side. "And I'm not doing anything that can't be interrupted, just...Reminiscing, and admiring the world. I never forget that any day could be my last. What brings you over, Lady?" She was queen here, and while his manner was casual and informal, he was careful not to allow his words to cross over into uninvited familiarity, not wanting to offend her or her many followers with an unintended slight.
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