08-21-2018, 11:20 PM
ilijas arthur valentine
reckless wanderer | noble stag
[color=gray]"We're gonna... wash a dead body? Why?"
Ilijas was not familiar with murder. He had never taken a life from another or even entertained that thought, far too gentle in nature to possess the desire to simply strike down someone where they stood. Such was a partial lie though, the adolescent having once led an existence dependent on the death of others to survive, a monster shrouded in the skin of a gentleman who's fury was unmatched and who's wrath Ilijas would one day find himself atoning for. On several occasions, he had already been met with a strange ferocity that barely matched his nonchalant disposition, the bengal hardly able to process the new and unfamiliar emotion before it dissipated entirely. He never told anyone about his strange lapses however, far too afraid of what they might mean and what consequences might follow them.
[color=gray]"Did you do this?" Inquired the bengal curiously, tone not accusatory even as a metaphorical brow arched in mild skepticism. The body that lay twisted in the sand was not one he was familiar with, but then again, the young photographer was still learning his way around Sunhaven. The corpse did not succeed in unnerving him though, not really. He was an explorer of the wilderness, someone who had stumbled upon bodies claimed by the elements in his travels, forced to stomach them and continue moving lest he fall victim to the same fate. When it came down to it, he guessed death wasn't even that deep. [color=gray]"And why did you do it if you did?"
Ilijas was not familiar with murder. He had never taken a life from another or even entertained that thought, far too gentle in nature to possess the desire to simply strike down someone where they stood. Such was a partial lie though, the adolescent having once led an existence dependent on the death of others to survive, a monster shrouded in the skin of a gentleman who's fury was unmatched and who's wrath Ilijas would one day find himself atoning for. On several occasions, he had already been met with a strange ferocity that barely matched his nonchalant disposition, the bengal hardly able to process the new and unfamiliar emotion before it dissipated entirely. He never told anyone about his strange lapses however, far too afraid of what they might mean and what consequences might follow them.
[color=gray]"Did you do this?" Inquired the bengal curiously, tone not accusatory even as a metaphorical brow arched in mild skepticism. The body that lay twisted in the sand was not one he was familiar with, but then again, the young photographer was still learning his way around Sunhaven. The corpse did not succeed in unnerving him though, not really. He was an explorer of the wilderness, someone who had stumbled upon bodies claimed by the elements in his travels, forced to stomach them and continue moving lest he fall victim to the same fate. When it came down to it, he guessed death wasn't even that deep. [color=gray]"And why did you do it if you did?"
cause god, i never felt young
[align=center][sub]TEMPLATE BY FAUNA[/sub][font=arial][color=black][size=15pt]all of my goodness is going with you now
[align=center][div style="margin-top: -9px; font-size: 10pt"][color=black][font=helvetica]ilijas mikaelson-valentine | sunhaven | noble stag | tags