The Imbecile Is He

[PRIVATE] The Imbecile Is He

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06-17-2015, 02:23 PM

It was another location for the brute to search. And here he stepped onto the soft sand, glistening waves lapping at the shores. The cold sharp tang of Frostfall did not take anything away from the beauty of the endless blue ocean spread across the orbs of the dappled. But he cared nothing for this beauty, and could not savour it in a way anybody else would. Karalius was in a foul mood.

He had been here for a while already with Helovia giving little that Karalius felt worthy of his proud bodice. His attitude was growing shitty, and with it came the stereotypical body language gestures that would only give away (completely) the frustration he was feeling. The dappled stamped his dagger into the soft, cool sand, letting the wind rip through his charred tassels. The sun seemed to be eternal here, yet it could not brighten his orbs nor his heart. With his ears pinned back, he shook his charcoal cranium with a fierce sense of anger.

He let out an angry whine. "How long must I endure this?"

The dappled stood still for a moment and tried to let the noise of the waves ripple a sense of calm into his bones.It did nothing but let the cold twist another dagger into his proud heart.

"It's time I find myself in this land." His tone was dark, tinged with an unconscious sense of longing. Longing for company... But Karalius did not believe that he could entice anybody into his presence with the wretched mood he was in. It was only the morning and he already thought this day was going to be a waste.