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06-18-2014, 01:00 AM
Gustave Baudelaire
Strong men follow orders. Great men give them.
Dry, thick winds sprinted through his ebony locks as he took a stroll in the more green, lush part of the Threshold. Enjoying the lovely weather he basked in the sun. Folding his thick poles under him and settling under a peach tree Gustave Baudelaire awaiting the company he'd known would come. And perhaps if it didn't that would be a blessing on its own. Even as the tree's ruffled in agony of its branched arms being pushed and pulled by the wind and leaves being torn off while deadly snakes coiled around his trunk and birds pecked at its wood, he could not see or hear a soul close by. The gentleman was used to going days without interaction and it was becoming a regular thing but he was not planning on loosing his proper manners and etiquette skills anytime soon that was bestowed upon his since childhood.
Gustave made the outskirts of this foreign land called Helovia his home for a couple months now. He'd ventured away from his usual grooming techniques and now his once straight silky black locks were thick waves and curls, his feathering also began to create a few small waves o the surface, dirt collected at the split ends and the barely noticeable white strip of hair in his tail was hidden as a dark grey and blending into the rest of the ebony fluff.
By now he was nibbling distractingly on a peach he found laying around aimlessly without a owner at its stem. The handsome brute could wish nothing other than to find a purpose. His sky blue orbs shut slowly as he swallowed the last bite he took and laid his crown on the surface of his from legs. Mind dazing off slowly but his ears stayed alert for danger.
"He speaks his smooth deep voice."
Gustave made the outskirts of this foreign land called Helovia his home for a couple months now. He'd ventured away from his usual grooming techniques and now his once straight silky black locks were thick waves and curls, his feathering also began to create a few small waves o the surface, dirt collected at the split ends and the barely noticeable white strip of hair in his tail was hidden as a dark grey and blending into the rest of the ebony fluff.
By now he was nibbling distractingly on a peach he found laying around aimlessly without a owner at its stem. The handsome brute could wish nothing other than to find a purpose. His sky blue orbs shut slowly as he swallowed the last bite he took and laid his crown on the surface of his from legs. Mind dazing off slowly but his ears stayed alert for danger.
"He speaks his smooth deep voice."
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