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08-18-2015, 09:07 AM
The other boy’s sigh, and strange muttering thereafter, hinted at derision and scorn, and filled Erebos with a sense of outrageous glee and mischief, as if he’d managed to conjure a token of irritation simply by being nice, obliging, and stalwart. He held his laughter in, but Orsino erupted over their connection, a manic set of giggles rampaging over him like a typhoon, cackling away with cruel, indulgent mirth, and the sneak of Erebos’ smile curled into the impending tide of a smirk. The lad forced it away, however, bending over the fractious elements, coasting through the wayward enterprise, rejoicing at the notion he’d soon see Aithniel. Perhaps he’d try to get her to come back to the Aurora Basin, where the ice still gleamed, the mountains still towered, conquered, where persistence was key, and domination was always the underlying pursuit. He opened his jaw to ensure Cathun of his readiness, and perhaps to watch the other wither and decay a little more before his eyes, nothing holding him back, nothing clinging to his skin, to his thoughts, to his threshold. “I could go now-“ But then, a voice shattered over the horizon. It sounded earnestly familiar, as reckless, as foolhardy, as it’d always been, posturing along rubbles, ruin, and disaster of their own making. In disbelief, the child forgot what he was saying to the ember-beast, and swiftly turned his head towards the opposing source, jaw dropping, eyes widening, heart and mind ignited by how the unruly ways of the gods, the deities, and the earth, always managed to have something more in store for him. “Rikyn!” His vocals echoed his sentiments, bright, blistering, scorching flames and wild, untamed exuberance, chasing after the other soul as he came crashing into their wake – and the day suddenly turned all the more wonderful, and the chill of the unknown seemed to vanish before his eyes. One of them had been brought back to him, and he wouldn’t waste the opportunity to fully engulf his devotion, his adherence, or his allegiance to the long-lost friend. The beast charged ahead and grabbed hold of Rikyn as if he were a lifeline, intertwining his neck around the bay’s for a few precious moments, feeling the weight of so many questions, so many mysteries, unravel and billow into the mist. Thereafter, he stepped back, grinning ear-to-ear, fierce and ferocious, examining, studying, trying to determine all the changes Rikyn had made in their time apart. Aside from his height, already over Erebos, everything seemed the same – the markings, the personality, the haphazard, irreverent prowess. “Where have you been? What have you been up to? We have so much to talk about!” The questions and responses flew from his tongue with alarming ease, postured and tightened, longing to be regaled, to understand, why and where all his companions drifted to, how they’d come back. The holes needed to be filled, and perhaps, given another time, another moment, another place, they’d be able to coax everything out of each other. Orsino was only one of many things that had altered the boy’s life. Forgoing the potential for rudeness, he nodded towards the gray-clad, still charming, still spellbinding. “This is Cathun. He’s promised to take me to the Dragon’s Throat to see Aithniel.” Here, he pressed a meaningful look upon Rikyn, to act in pretense, to guide him along the channels of duplicity again, already stoking the flames of yesteryear, to pretend like they’d never wandered into the ramparts themselves, twisting anomalies and fashioning guises, gliding across nefariousness. “She’s gone there for some reason. I was hoping to see her.” The little lad maneuvered his skull once more upon Cathun, and flew back into potential indulgences. “Perhaps…you wouldn’t mind taking both of us?” OOC;; Poor Cathun. TAG;; |
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@Cathun @Rikyn
