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10-02-2016, 05:32 PM
The wilderness, the autumn, and the Orangemoon dusk came to their hides and stung them with exuberance – an untamed, savage piece of movement and motion. They were masterpieces of flawed design, riddled with hundreds and thousands of fractured moments and silly, demonic diatribes, encased in gallantry that was sometimes a little too worn, a little too cracked, and shown the fiendish layers underneath. Both beasts paraded and carved, sculpted and whittled their sinister beats with Cheshire smiles and laughter; Orsino’s reverberated on a hiss, on a sibilance, and Erebos echoed through the bounding shadows, all grins and fabrications. They patrolled as they were meant to do, wandering the vast halls and lands, checking in on festivities, trying not to become wholly distracted from their duties. A contortion rippled through them – perhaps that both wanted some element of danger, of surprise, to incense the kindled fury and fortitude layered between their bonded souls – but something else deterred them from wayfaring into the next line of booths and activities. The prince watched the fortune telling escapade with extreme interest. His eyes narrowed. His head tilted. His ears flicked back and forth, catching the Thief’s mystical chants and paradoxes, witnessing as flames erupted and pooled, as illusions and auras began to intertwine, all magic and mystery, all enigmas and labyrinthine desires. Curiosity compelled him forward, to witness more fiends and friends joining the line of enchantments and contortions – wondering and pondering over just how much she knew of the future, of destiny, of shifting strategies and clever tactics, if they were all born to one segment, one curved line, and never deviated from what had already been written. Erebos had always been taught to sculpt his own path –if he wanted something, he needed to strive for it, to work, to snatch any opportunity curled and coiled his way. He’d done that more times than not…but there was something enticing, alluring, beguiling about the notion of what could be, where his trail was supposed to go, or if he’d simply stumbled too far off the sketched line, with no ability to return. He observed a few more go, nodding politely to several of his elders, to those who’d journeyed from other lands, a careful, scrutinizing soldier while Orsino blatantly ignored everyone and sat at the lad’s feet. While others managed to conjure a question, or just their names, Erebos furrowed his brow and attempted to measure what his inquiry would be. What was he supposed to ask? Would he one day conquer those who’d wronged his brethren? Would he ever accomplish his vengeful tasks? Would the world love or despise him? Was everything he’d set out to do wrong or right? Or was there simply not enough time to answer all of his doubts, disputes, and debates? Finally, one seemed to settle through his mind, and he drew forward, towards the flames. He dropped his head towards the eldritch queen, paying heed to her role as witch and fate, and then returned to his former position with a youthful grin and a hopeful heart. “Wise Sage,” and here he winked, indulging her with a proper title beneath her cloak and daggers, “Will I become powerful?” OOC;; --- TAG;; @[ ] "talk talk talk" |
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