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12-24-2015, 04:51 PM
A creature of curiosity, a cretin of inquiry and daring, at times intrepid, at times audacious, the jingling of bells caused an immediate brewing of interest. He raised his skull from the billowing grass he’d been grazing upon, he focused his thoughts away from vengeance and bloodshed, and his ears pricked back and forth, back and forth, attempting to place the clink, pings, and chimes of beautiful, alluring chords. Beguiled and entranced, he wandered through the vast plains, Orsino tucked at his side (and for once not an overwhelming source of devilry; as if he understood the nature of their visit), nearly laughing in outright exuberance, in absolute joviality, as the snow began to fall. He threaded his way through its touch, through its soft, chilling glow, weaving his way amongst its fresh powder, its exciting, beautiful display – but nothing could compare to the starlit art of the tree rising before him, the giant turtle nearby it, and the glorious benediction surrounding the earth. For a few moments he was simply still and silent, marveling at the wondrous display, jaw unhinged, breath lost on a single gasp of awe: “Wow,” kindling on a spirited whisper, eyes widened and watching as more and more came, drawn just as he, spellbound and mystified. Had this happened before? He tried to recall; but the memories were short and brooding, perhaps sketched over the ruffian days of babe-hood and childish antics, maybe he hadn’t given much thought to the instance – but now, older and wiser, he treated it with the reverence it deserved. He recognized a few faces, his father, Mauja, and Johnny amongst them (was that even Auriel - the girl from the woods?) – yearning to join their frames along the fringe and edges of mystery, enigmas, and pure, untouched wonder. So Erebos marched, the boy and his fox continuing along their path, forgoing hell, forgoing mischief, forgoing all the weary strife, all the vengeful, potent hatred, for the opportunity to gaze closer at the twinkling lights and the bewildering, inspiring tree, murmuring his thanks and praise towards the reptile. “It’s amazing,” he spoke and declared, ending his action on a nod, presiding close, near, to watch and bear witness to the actions due to take place. OOC;; Thank you admin! <333 TAG;; @[ ] "talk talk talk" |
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