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11-18-2015, 10:25 PM
Let me in
I'll show you how the world really is
I'll show you how the world really is
Curiosity had burned it's way with Miseal through Helovia. His hooves of gold tread across the multiple terrains that made up the beautiful world of Helovia. His exploration of this realm had almost come to a close, he had found his favorite parts--his least favorite ones--and had learnt many things throughout his journey. Not only did he learn of the culture that stretched and implemented it's self in this place, but he had also explored the deep crevices of his own culture. He had come closer to finding his true nature; finding the real Miseal. The one that was uncorrupted by his sultry and sinister ways, one that was free of the weight of life. A lighter, purer, happier, Miseal.
It didn't last.
He had become angered, maddened by the corruption of his loyalties and the loss of a woman he held dear. So, here he was, dragging his sorry ass to the threshold that started it all. He remembered, as he tread across the lands that were so foreign long ago- but now were just another vast part of Helovia- the trees, the fragrance of the woods and the way that the rays glittered through the voids of the canopy above. It was all so long ago, but yet so freshly painted in his midnight skull. He assumed it wasn't easy to forget the ending that brought a new beginning; his resurrection one could say.
The man was taken away from his thoughts as a pearl doll entered the sight of his golden gaze. Ears tipped forward as he took in the hues of blushes and pinks. She was a dainty thing (his favorite) arabian features were easily seen through the dish of her face and the arch that the fragile things always prized. Her locks matched the length of his own, porcelain in color and long in length. Any could say that she held a beauty about her, but the blood that very obviously was showed off on coral lips, made him interested. A smirk lit up his azure maw, his brow arching as he let his deep baritones bellow across the wild wood.
"What unfortunate creature did you leave upon your lips?"
"Talk?"
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