07-17-2018, 03:38 PM
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/i am a bit rusty, so please bear with me!
"Kaffas," he swore lowly, a bitter curl to his mouth as he inspected the collar clasped around his neck through his dim reflection in the murky water. The people who had so benevolently donated this horrid fashion accessory had fallen back prior to his delve into this cesspool of all things swamp-related, and now he had a moment to consider their reasoning. Dorian imagined he might have had a higher probability of survival with the captors than in this rubbish-heap judging by the dismal quality of his surroundings. "The least they could have done was cast this in gold." He looked rather dashing in gold. Silver flattered him as well, but not this lackluster grey that he would prefer death over wearing. Or, worse yet, chartreuse.
Disgust marred his aristocratic features, and he hastily smoothed his expression into neutral ground, lest he damage his facial attributes with wrinkles. Maker forbid. Well, there was little to be done for the collar until he procured a manner of destroying it without causing damage to himself, and the more pressing issue at hand quite literally surrounded the lion. Was it conceivable for any semblance of civilization to reside here? Perhaps his imagination was limited to hospitable regions, but he could not believe any individual might fancy this hovel as home.
The smell alone -that of stagnant water and waste- sundered his composure with shudders. "Calling this a shithole would be polite." At any rate, he could appreciate his freedom, however woebegone this swamp was.
"Kaffas," he swore lowly, a bitter curl to his mouth as he inspected the collar clasped around his neck through his dim reflection in the murky water. The people who had so benevolently donated this horrid fashion accessory had fallen back prior to his delve into this cesspool of all things swamp-related, and now he had a moment to consider their reasoning. Dorian imagined he might have had a higher probability of survival with the captors than in this rubbish-heap judging by the dismal quality of his surroundings. "The least they could have done was cast this in gold." He looked rather dashing in gold. Silver flattered him as well, but not this lackluster grey that he would prefer death over wearing. Or, worse yet, chartreuse.
Disgust marred his aristocratic features, and he hastily smoothed his expression into neutral ground, lest he damage his facial attributes with wrinkles. Maker forbid. Well, there was little to be done for the collar until he procured a manner of destroying it without causing damage to himself, and the more pressing issue at hand quite literally surrounded the lion. Was it conceivable for any semblance of civilization to reside here? Perhaps his imagination was limited to hospitable regions, but he could not believe any individual might fancy this hovel as home.
The smell alone -that of stagnant water and waste- sundered his composure with shudders. "Calling this a shithole would be polite." At any rate, he could appreciate his freedom, however woebegone this swamp was.
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DORIAN PAVUS: [size=9pt]bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly. ✯