demonic star, angelic sacrifice

demonic star, angelic sacrifice

Knox Posts: 262

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Jen

04-07-2016, 04:54 PM (This post was last modified: 04-25-2016, 05:41 PM by Jen.)

{Anaan:} Grandfather, is this really... your strong suit?
{Zekiah:} Shut up! Shut up!
{Zsoka:} Shut uuuuuuuuup Ananana.

A silence as the hunter pauses, standing tall and white at the edge of a scene that is not his.

{Cem:} Everything is my strong suit, you fool.

The evening feels cold to him. His clouds are the sort of gray that he cannot stand. Cem can stand little, Knox even less these days. He cannot stand the cold of this evening. But is it cold? He isn't sure if it is. Knox isn't sure of much, these days. Under an ancient white mask he hides a new wound, still freshly healing. But Cem is unhindered. He moves through it with the gentility of a shark's fin. His hooves are old. His shoulders sag and strike up like wings all at the same time.

There is nothing to stop Cem from doing whatever he wants to do, certainly not the snow that falls thick by some trick, except maybe Knox's grief at his loss. The sort of loss that aches forever, the loss of half a heart... none of that can be forgotten.

Whatever words those around him say go unnoticed. He becomes aware, vaguely, of the wordplay of the central stallion. He is buying--but from whom? Certainly not this pair of weakling fillies. Certainly this screeching wretch.

No, this seems to be a dark shadow that should buy sin from its ancient creator bathed in white. Cem believes he knows exactly what the stallion wants.

"I am Cem," he says with a stern snort, an unbroken gaze. He has hoped to stand mere inches from the dark stallion's face. He is bold.

{Huric:} Cem...
{Cem:} SILENCE!
{Anaan:} Listen to him...
{Cem:} I AM THE BEST AT THIS!

It isn't as if he lacks tact, really, he simply knows that the others here aren't worth his time. They likely aren't worth the time of ones as smart with words as the shadow and his feline-esque company. "They are all trifling things, aren't they... shall we depart?"

Knox
ave mortuite salutat</style>

Credit

Knox is in the form of Cem and carrying no items. Information about Cem is on his profile.

Apologies for Cem's.... utter failure. BUT IT'S NOT FAILURE BECAUSE HE IS THE BEST AT THIS.

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