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10-13-2015, 05:55 PM
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More nuances, more frayed ends, more knots and strings and unraveled tempests rose from the deep, and he, born into a life of curiosity and bedlam, saw nothing better than exploring the vast regions of chaos, entropy, the intrigue. Possessive, avaricious, and acquisitive, he yearned for everything and anything all at once, bound and savored and relished by the notion of information, of wisdom, of strength and endurance: he’d already earned so much from the perils he’d faced beside friends and brethren. The lanky, limber youth stared across the awakening tides for no more than a few seconds before abandoning any sense of misgivings or apprehension (remembered the rites and passages of the other Gods; and this booming, bearded fellow across the wake had to be one more of them), bearing witness to the other beasts floating, swimming, or flying amidst the newest world. While they settled into their roles and dispositions, shimmering, shifting, and gliding across the glorious view, the lad harked a victorious smile across his lips, hummed a gallant tune, and stuck a hoof over the ramparts, across the waves, along the tides. His strides were immaculate, Poseidon drums and harpoons above the water’s edges and fringe, striking and mauling and cackling amidst the grand stature, daring, audacious, emboldened by the stalwart press, the charismatic sheen, the valiant stature of the unwavering boughs. Orsino, curled, snarling, sneering, and hissing upon his back, only gave the barest of responses to the sheer exhilaration the colt manifested – Erebos leaned into the wind and thought of the fish beneath his feet, of the kingdoms resting amidst Atlantis, of sea gods and mermaids and sharks swirling in opulent splendor. He pretended to be Lord and King of the tidal pools and the humid, soused lagoons, immaculate and effervescent, gilded and staunch, regarded far and wide as the mightiest of foes – and when they reached the shore of the earth deity’s island, he forced the pretense away, gave a bow to the celestial being, but still remained chiseled in his invocations, standing where everyone else sank. Tag:: OOC:: [Water-walks (runs ;D) over to the island.] |
