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12-01-2016, 05:34 AM
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As they neared the summit of that miserable climb, Toulouse found himself praying that the wolves had not found that sweet thing in the meadow. What price would they put on his head if they had?
When his face and eyes broke free of the fog he searched quickly for hiding places, escape routes - a sewer escape out. Like a rat from flames, he would flee if this was to go south. The scolds from the chestnut man had hardly bruised him, if anything they had warmed his bones and caused his onyx heart to giggle at the doctors overwhelming prowess. Oh how Toulouse had trembled in the Evesbane's presence - Tilney was, truly, a mighty presence to behold and withstand; to the point that merely existing within a certain diameter of the chestnut god was so overwhelming it could induce crying. Just thinking these follies and teasings had caused a smirk to grown on Toulouse's maw. How ridiculous the meadow maidens lover appeared to him, though at least the wretched thing wasn't as vain as he had imagined him just now. Panicked and pure was Tilney, frolicking through the meadow and giving screeches and speeches as if his pride had been the only thing hurt during his lovers' disappearance. Thank the gods Toulouse had not been made into that man; so petty and disgustingly hopefuly. The snake they had created in him was not much better however. The parseltongue made his way across the meadow, figuring he should at least attempt to look like he cared. In reality, he did want to find Arah alive because that likely meant keeping his cosy cave and his skin (among other things). It was when the Specters call rang out, the one they called Raeden, (his superior... apparently) that his curled ears pricked and his pace actually turned from that of a snail's to that of a horse's. Trudging through flower and field the snake made his way to the exact spot he had recalled the antlered woman being when he had found her days ago. "Our prayers have been answered" was his calm cheer, flanking the group to take his place away from the growing crowd. |
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
