07-13-2018, 06:01 PM
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SING, GODDESS, OF THE RAGE OF ACHILLES
Bastille didn't really many much to say on the subject of vampires, other than the fact that they could be a remarkably diverse species. Margy, for instance, could only drink other feline's -- but he knew of plenty who were not quite as limited. Grimm hoarded their stories as something interesting to hold onto, but Bast was indifferent. Differences and diet, and all that; there wasn't much else to the whole ordeal, in his opinion.
As he came to a slow stop beside Margy, he considered this scrappy thing idly. The stranger did look pretty fucking dazed and confused, and Bast watched for a moment before he added, "Damn, boo. Anyone home in there?"
As he came to a slow stop beside Margy, he considered this scrappy thing idly. The stranger did look pretty fucking dazed and confused, and Bast watched for a moment before he added, "Damn, boo. Anyone home in there?"
[b]BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS — ASTRAL SERAPH — THE ASCENDANTS — TAGS
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]