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[sup]© tikki[/sup]THEY'RE ONLY HUMAN, THEY DON'T SEE!
The Xenosmilus let a smile come across his features, grateful that Romulus hadn't said anything regarding the nickname. Stepping past the vines and following the lion, Byriath took in the scenery of the home. Modest, nothing like the icy hold Sojourn had conjured up, and not as cluttered as Byriath's home had been. As for the question, Byriath joked, "Admiring the scenery, your abode is quite nice." And he chuckled, something he hardly did.
Shaking his head, he let his gaze return to his leader. "I came in hopes that we could chat. Nothing too serious, just some casual chat between us. You have a good head on your shoulders." He let his eyes roam again, this time they landed on the mirror, and he took a moment to stare. It wasn't an admiration thing as much as it was just getting a glimpse at the other and himself.
Shaking his head, he let his gaze return to his leader. "I came in hopes that we could chat. Nothing too serious, just some casual chat between us. You have a good head on your shoulders." He let his eyes roam again, this time they landed on the mirror, and he took a moment to stare. It wasn't an admiration thing as much as it was just getting a glimpse at the other and himself.
[color=red]WHAT THEY ARE IS WHAT THEY'LL ALWAYS BE!
BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE
THE WORLD THAT HARDENS AS THE HARSHER WINTER HOLDS --
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BYRIATH ATOKENSIS - XENOSMILUS - LONER - ATTACKS IN UNDERLINED ITALICS.