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01-18-2017, 11:55 AM
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'You need hobby' Matanye's amused voice filtered through the wash of thoughts, each one absentmindedly meandered through the poisoners mind with no destination in mind. One moment his thoughts painted him splayed on silk sheets, the next he sneered over the writhing twitching body of just another poor unfortunate soul. He didn't know which he missed more, the unabashed debauchery or the delicate threads of life he once lorded over. Oh, my kingdom for a warm bed. My soul for a man who made him feel alive. "Do I?" He hummed out loud, lavender eyes glanced at his companion from underneath pale tresses. She had a point, he admitted with a bitter sigh, a sigh she answered with a shrill laugh. "Did anyone ever tell you, my dear, you're terrible company?" He bit without malice, the eagle shifted on her lofty perch to rest on his metallic bodice. 'Go find something to do.' She urged, he had been uncharacteristically quiet., to the point Matanye had began to worry for her bonded. He'd appeared like a fleeting mirage in the mists and snow, only breaking his silence to watch the delightful challenge between Toulouse and Raeden he had returned to his solitary lounging. He'd have to catch the newly crowned specter to give him his most heart felt congratulations. Kiuaji eventually hauled himself to his svelte legs, long tassels idly flicked back and forth as he took a moment to shake the numbness from his bones. He'd made himself a tidy little place to rest as the months had crawled by, the entrance hidden by mist, leaves and overgrown roots to afford the poisoner his much needed privacy. All it needed was some trappings and he might actually have a shred of his old luxuries back. Alas, that was thought for another day, where Matanye wasn't kneading her sharp talon's with a deliberate edge in his mind. The spring air isn't bad, but it's no tallsun. Mists are thicker without the hindrance of rain, but he found his way through it with practiced ease. One didn't simply live in the Edge and fumble their way around after all, it was the set up to take a rather unpleasant dive off of a very tall cliff. Gold clinked a pleasant tune as he walked, the amethysts in his precious pieces glinted in the sunlight which peppered through the renewed growth in the canopy above. Eventually, the tree line waned and opened up to one of the sheer plateau's the Edge was famed for. Nostrils flared with a silent intake of sea air as he stilled near the edge, ringed ears pressed forward and gently back. Long ombre tresses picked themselves up on the morning wind, rising and falling with each gentle caress, while his tail lingered behind him in a long train. Lavender hues fixated on the rising sun just cresting the horizon, head tilted just slightly to the right. Pretty as a picture, but nothing like Dorobo. "Are you happy? I'm doing something. The view is marvelous, the ground is still misty and I'm still unentertained." He snarked with a smirk to the bird, Matanye answered the only way she deemed fit, a well placed jab to the side of his head. 'Better than being sat on fat ass.' |
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"let me shatter your frame of mind, my dear"
force & magic permitted on Kiuaji at all times
with the exception of maiming and death.
