03-25-2018, 08:13 PM
BASTILLEPAW AURELIUS ✧ ascendants — fireball — tags
[div style="background-color: #e3dfdf; border: 1px black solid; width: 500px; line-height: 110%; word-wrap: break-word; text-align: justify; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; color: black; padding: 10px; text-size: 10px"]Tanglewood was alright, Bastille supposed. He had yet to meet any of their members, and had really only heard about Starry's initial impression of their leader. Overall, the warlike groups sounded much more to be Bast's style, but he had no urge to run off and join one. Much as Starry's peaceful ways didn't appeal to him, he was comfortable in this odd little home. He had started to actually feel something for the place, which was not something he could say he'd experienced before. It was... nice.
As he joined the group, his ice blue stare swept over the stranger before he nodded. "Yo," he supplied, "I'm Bast." Phoebus seemed interesting enough, and had lived a lifestyle similar to his own and Echo's, it sounded like. He could respect the need to travel, though Bast had always done it out of necessity, not desire. He glanced at Starry, assuming the leader would be much better at showing the guy around, and added idly, "Maybe you could help us make a map of the territory, and the nearby areas, if you've seen a lot of them."
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]