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06-22-2015, 04:20 PM
Erebos was tempted to play out in the squall, become one with the wild, untamed, savage and sinister delights, enshrouded, cloaked, and flanked in winter white, in chilling gales, in ferocious splendor. The enticement, however grand, however morose, however bestial, would not suit his tiny, young companion, and Orsino’s eyes, full of desperation and panic from the Frostfall’s treacherous anarchy, spoiled the boy’s imminent diversions. Instead of roaming into the snow and howling with the wind, like a wolf, like a predator, like a demon, they twisted their frames and lowered their heads against the crashing, rolling cold (but more than once he raised his crown and smirked; snickering at the power, at the domination, of this supreme kingdom). His narrowed gaze sought out the pinnacles and raptures of shelter, the fox’s bleats were becoming more and more despondent, and barely noticed the flickering beam of light from a nearby cavern – fire? Had someone lit a beautiful, brilliant inferno? Curiosity compelled, desires ignited, and the pair composed their frames into the aperture mere moments later, to find it was rather occupied. “Hello! Quite the storm!” He christened and anointed an exuberant haste of words before he could even identify the entire party, tangled and threaded together by bits and pieces of powder still stuck to his feral forelock. Orsino gave his own curt harmonies and hallelujahs as he sprinted into the opening, barely paying any attention to the newly born companion, unicorns, or egg, forming a quick flurry of sable movement towards the fire and laying down in front of its warmth. The prince, meanwhile, played his own part in the ceremonies, threading his way through the welcoming crowd, noting unfamiliarity on his end with so many of them: were they all new? He recognized several from the latest meeting throng, though none had been the orchestrators of chaos, if anything, they seemed to be an assembled group of importance, ranked and garbed officials. Was he interrupting something? He grimaced slightly, then bore his trademark smile and grin, hoping not to step on any toes as he wandered further into the midst. “I hope it’s all right that I join you? I’m Erebos.” He said naught of his prince rights or his crowned potential, because within the catacomb they were all the same, trapped, nestled, locked away for warmth, for guidance, for a rancorous siege to pass. The boy extended his greetings, a respectful bob of the head towards the Haruspex, noting the tiny fawn nearby (and he remembered Adelric, his dear friend, disappeared into the abyss with Tobias; he ground his teeth and settled his jaw as if naught was amiss at all), and provided his amiable qualities into the gathering. “Congratulations, sir!” Then, between the glimpses of unfamiliar corporals, newcomers and Time Menders, the gilded Lord and his Cerndyr parading in the back, he spotted another, shivering, grasping, stammering out regrets and obliging nuances in bouts of fear. He blurted without hesitation, clambering and speculating in molten surprise. “Själ?” The heathen’s eyes narrowed, his head tilted, and he made an effort to clear a space for her to clamber within, so quickly accepted into the fold by the Haruspex. The child didn’t know quite where to stare – at her quivering, lost, forlorn frame, or the egg she cradled. Instead, he lingered back into the margins and periphery of silence, unsure of what to do, shuffling against the wall, features emboldened by the flickering fire. OOC;; --- TAG;; @[ ] "talk talk talk" |
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