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08-09-2015, 10:23 AM
Yet again the brute found himself finding refuge near the salt waters of the endless blue, with the sand softly grazing the bottom end of darkened pillars as his daggers sifted their way through it. There was little comfort in the rest of the world he had found, and being an outcast it almost gave him a reason to find himself a home within more creatures. But Karalius knew that he had made his choice and was going to stick with it. It was actually with some hope that by coming here he would bump again into Rexanna after their previous encounter, but he had done this several times now and not once had found her again. Instead, he was taking to wandering the sandy terraria in the hope of finding other things to do and other creatures to speak to.
At long last he came to a distant spotting, a pale thing in the far north to him. With a tilted cranium he began to curiously make his way further over to investigate. He secretly hoped that it was someone he knew, but the dappled brute guessed that in this large world it could be anybody. And soon he came to a point that he was able to clearly see that it was a new face, and the bodice of a pretty ivory fae stood in the short distance from him. Her tassles seemed tinged with ruby, and the most prominent feature of the handsome cranium was the large ivory horn that spiralled into the air. Another one, he thought with an air of sadness. He sighed and continued to traipse his way up to the stranger, ready to introduce himself.
He got closer, however, and soon realised that she was adorning some of sort smile across her darkened velveteens, and he felt so dejected at this point he was almost considering someone else's feelings and not bothering her. But his ignorant side sprouted itself from his guts and he went ahead anyway,
"It is a nice sight, isn't it?" He tipped his cranium towards her in mild greeting and waited for some sort of reciprocation in order to take the attention away from his soul-sucking sadness...
" . "
At long last he came to a distant spotting, a pale thing in the far north to him. With a tilted cranium he began to curiously make his way further over to investigate. He secretly hoped that it was someone he knew, but the dappled brute guessed that in this large world it could be anybody. And soon he came to a point that he was able to clearly see that it was a new face, and the bodice of a pretty ivory fae stood in the short distance from him. Her tassles seemed tinged with ruby, and the most prominent feature of the handsome cranium was the large ivory horn that spiralled into the air. Another one, he thought with an air of sadness. He sighed and continued to traipse his way up to the stranger, ready to introduce himself.
He got closer, however, and soon realised that she was adorning some of sort smile across her darkened velveteens, and he felt so dejected at this point he was almost considering someone else's feelings and not bothering her. But his ignorant side sprouted itself from his guts and he went ahead anyway,
"It is a nice sight, isn't it?" He tipped his cranium towards her in mild greeting and waited for some sort of reciprocation in order to take the attention away from his soul-sucking sadness...
" . "
KARALIUS
It was pride that changed angels into devils;
it is humility that makes men as angels.
it is humility that makes men as angels.
