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08-08-2015, 08:45 AM
Entia
we could write a bad romance
we could write a bad romance
It seemed that the smells of this place mirrored the very way the world behaved. Entia wasn't left alone for long; there was something new, an enigmatic one with a colour not unlike himself, but indeed that was where the similarities ended. There was a hound there as well though, that gave him a rather unfriendly look. To most, perhaps they would have been alarmed, frightened, perhaps even angry, but Entia is none of them. What comes to his face as he stands there, instead of something cruel, is the grin, his grin, that he resorts to when he is lacking in any other response.
And it speaks too! Not the dog, that is, the great winged creature. Entia's scarred side twitched, perhaps a phantom wing was trying to remind him of their presence once upon a time, but he was truly glad to be rid of them. Even if having them removed was, well an excruciating experience. It seemed everything about him looked broken, but he was truly far from it, really.
Mostly.
"Is she always this friendly?" he asks, the words in remark to the way the dog had been. There was a melody of amusement on his voice, and the once-king gives his trademark grin, his lips twisting around as he did so, "Or am I just that likable?" He adds on, merely for the kick of it, but then the hound is gone, running to the forest - and he is left alone with this one, Caleb.
"I'm Entia, and the pleasure is all mine..." he says, this time straight faced. "Perhaps you could um... enlighten me as to where the heck I've come to...?"
And it speaks too! Not the dog, that is, the great winged creature. Entia's scarred side twitched, perhaps a phantom wing was trying to remind him of their presence once upon a time, but he was truly glad to be rid of them. Even if having them removed was, well an excruciating experience. It seemed everything about him looked broken, but he was truly far from it, really.
Mostly.
"Is she always this friendly?" he asks, the words in remark to the way the dog had been. There was a melody of amusement on his voice, and the once-king gives his trademark grin, his lips twisting around as he did so, "Or am I just that likable?" He adds on, merely for the kick of it, but then the hound is gone, running to the forest - and he is left alone with this one, Caleb.
"I'm Entia, and the pleasure is all mine..." he says, this time straight faced. "Perhaps you could um... enlighten me as to where the heck I've come to...?"
