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What do you even know. [WHATCH]

Thranduil the Laurelin Posts: 598
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE
Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk
#4


PIRATE



It was all still a little fresh on his body. The cool humidity of the forest, the sound of the falls, and the flashes of red and deep shadows. Pain still etched in burns along his neck and limb as he began to move in the uneven gait away from the epicenter. He thought perhaps if he shifted into another body it might ease the pain? But then he remembered it was in another body he gained the wound. And not only had it marked that body but it kept him from holding it too. Still, he didn’t want another conversation, or to have the struggle to keep up his expressions. So with a pained grimace he had slowly reached around and pulled the black clock back over his body. For his efforts a fresh trail of blood dripped on the vegetation below.

But that invisibility came like a soothing touch over his whole figure, and he could relax to be in its sweet hidden corner. He might have gone on then. Moving back to the mountains to huddle in the sweet cold embrace. But fate does funny things. He was nearly run over by a shadow, causing him to shrink to the side, and earth eyes grow sharp with attention. Ampere had nearly landed on the poor creature, but she wasn’t the only one about. The raven, which brought a small ghost of a smile across his lips, was there, and others were gathering. Still he did not pull off his cover just yet. Instead he listens, curious at their conversation.

He supposed it was rude just to eves drop, though now was a funny time to get his morals in priority. Or perhaps it was just he wanted to show off his bit of fun, more likely. So the hidden golden moves carefully forward to Ampere’s side and she finishes speaking, and in a strain his head reaches to whisper into her harks, low and soft. “Pirates are ever Whatching.” Then he lets his body sway and press ever so slightly against hers if she didn’t turn away too fast or miss it. A tip, a warning. He was here and listening. But then he backs away, leaving himself to listen in again. Like a fly on the wall. Hmm, he didn’t like being a fly. He was too lovely for a fly. Like a demon in the shadows. That was better.



"TALK TALK TALK"
OOC:: Thran's just hanging out invisibly.


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Messages In This Thread
What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Isopia - 09-01-2015, 07:09 PM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Aisling - 09-01-2015, 07:58 PM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Ampere - 09-02-2015, 11:37 PM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Thranduil - 09-04-2015, 08:30 AM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Isopia - 09-13-2015, 12:11 PM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Aisling - 09-17-2015, 10:23 PM
RE: What do you even know. [WHATCH] - by Ampere - 09-26-2015, 10:33 AM

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