Presenting Original Sin in a Burning Nirvana

[PRIVATE] Presenting Original Sin in a Burning Nirvana

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6

Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno

12-16-2014, 12:12 AM (This post was last modified: 12-16-2014, 12:14 AM by Sikeax.)

Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets

The black angel wins himself something, whatever it may of been or shall be is a mystery lost to time and space. Sikeax firmly holds to her quiet demeanor, drinking in his words like sweet liquor that doesn't punch the gut when swallowed. He is smooth yet bittersweet, unique in taste in such a fashion there is no way to define him. He misplaces a few things but she never minds or speaks up. It is best for her not to create an argument or attempt to insult someone she has just met. There's a lot more to everyone than meets the eye. "There are many different kinds of deserts, whether they be cold or hot. What makes them deserts though, is that they are all empty. But that wouldn't make this a desert, would it?" When he has moved beside her and earned more respect as of her for the politeness of his actions, does she really notice that he is a fun one to have about, and yet while her other friends, if she does still have them, were centered about other things and merriment, this one is different. He is one worth having conversations with, and maybe, if he doesn't discover a way to fuck up, then could find himself a spot to be trusted and allowed a friendship from her. The rocks pull them into safety and confined enclosures, one that leaves her more distraught than the vast void. There was no escape or bolt holes(at least, ones she could fit into) there. If he choose to attack her, she'd be forced to injury a herdmate and a family member, and probably lose her home as such. A horn was a bold fashion statement in the Dragon's Throat when wearing wings was permanently in style. Silence can never fill his void like it does her's, as she guesses at the amount of speaking he wishes to perform. The constant need for titles drives her mad in a sense of her privacy being invaded, but that must be why it begins with pry: everyone is trying to get into it and see just who you are without any care as of your personal values. She finally gives in when there is no freedom to seek from it. The eager will always pry and nothing will ever change that. "Ghosts have names, regardless of what they may be. Not knowing a ghost's name doesn't mean they have one. Sikeax, but Sia is a more common one as of friends." Her pale eyes study the amusement about his golden irises, displeased that her wall was burned and torn down by aggressive needs. She wanted to be a ghost, because ghosts have names, but not everyone knows the name of ghosts. Ghosts exist but do not allow everything about them to be known and keep a suspicious, mysterious lifestyle. Overall, it was lonely, and all she ever wanted was to be alone with those that meant something instead of those that were worthless nothings. "Are you pleased, or is there more that needs to be known?" Humour taints her serious tone in a playful manner, one in such that tells she means no harm in what could be a harsh comment to many. "Who are you, so we can be ghosts with names instead of ghosts with no names." Again, she plays cat and mouse more, unintentionally performing games that Mother would of been proud of, but who is to care when they're true ghosts? OOC: God, I love this thread and I don't even know why. xD @[Bucephalus] coding images