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12-20-2014, 08:26 PM
The answering smirk, the eager acceptance, didn’t go unnoticed: the observer’s keen gaze swallowed and consumed the sight, stored it for calculating, Machiavellian moments (because while he may have served the gilded beast exactly what he wanted, craved, and yearned for – it didn’t mean he’d allow him to march and sink into the pit of his desires). He’d crossed too many devils’ pathways, marauded and destroyed too many fortresses, pummeled too many enemies to not recognize the marks of ambition; they all had eyes on the world, on the shadows, on the empires not yet destroyed by their hands. It was the wiles of Thranduil’s motives that were lost, unknown, and foreign, because while the Reaper and many of his brethren soaked their wares, their finery, their dastardly deeds, for condemnation, for supremacy, for vengeance and the taste of war, the newly bound Thief seemed to have no intention towards the threads of demise and victory. Tethered in their enigmas, his stare narrowed, hallowed and hollowed the bits and pieces of machinations, seared and lacquered the inquiries, the knowledge, that he’d have to be another to watch on the horizon, a path capable of becoming thorny. The conversation seemed stilted, halted, finished, and the barbaric beast thought to slink and slither away from the snaking, serpentine motions, emerge through the bracken and give forth an onslaught towards these newfound enemies, when another sentiment interrupted his leave. He, amongst others of their icy throes and glacial doldrums, couldn’t be the only one gathering and collecting barbs, tokens, of information and wishing, coveting, for the edges of violence. What had the beast been up to while shaking his head, while twisting the cogs, while spinning and whittling his diatribes? Had the GildedBlade, before her disappearance, ushered him into missions and assignments, wicked undertakings? Like a final hark, he barked through the midst and murk, churning and burning revelations on their vicious heels. “What tasks have you been given?”
DEIMOS
delivered from the blast
last from a line of lasts and now the kingdom comes crashing down undone |
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