09-14-2018, 05:38 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width:400pt; text-align:justify; font-size:9pt;"]Between himself and Demesne, Red was the greater socializer, and consistently found some satisfaction from interaction, but regardless of her station at his side, there were instances wherein Red required solitude. As much as people were energizing, in particular moods, they became draining, slowly siphoning his reserves. However much he appreciated the cordial, if a tad lascivious welcome - he could not ascertain the nature of her offer with his mind addled - the imposition of conversation was already funneling his ebullience. He corrected his posture, commanding a reanimation of his body, which resisted rather firmly. Perhaps the levying of his lips into a smile might prove convincing enough to overlook the recession of his form. "I'm afraid there is no distraction for my affliction," the obsidian-alabaster creature professed, umber gaze contrite. "Ah, thank you though, Empyrah. My name is Redamancy." The Ascendants, hm?
What a peculiar name. To what did they ascend? Or was it a reference instead to another process, possibly astrological in nature? Curious, but ultimately, little to serve as a diversion from somber thoughts.
His cranium shook minutely in silent reply to the wolf, smile upheld in spite of the strain darkening the valleys of his face. "I'm well, no need." Physically, most certainly, but he was further lacking any pep in his step, and he understood that though it was an injury invisible to any microscope, the experience in a gazer's eyes would detect with ease his discomfort for how poorly he could veil it. Thus he was in acceptance that the small child had undoubtedly evaluated Redamancy and found him doleful.
His taut fragility loosened as a cookie balanced in delicate paws extended forth in offering, and Redamancy accepted with as much grace as he could muster in his present state. "How sweet of you. My thanks, little one," he murmured, cotton-soft, nipping a piece from the dessert and humming his approval. "Did you make it?"
Dark visionaries flitted upward, ensnaring movement of a feline in a bandanna. She did not speak, and Redamancy was too fatigued to offer a warm extension.
What a peculiar name. To what did they ascend? Or was it a reference instead to another process, possibly astrological in nature? Curious, but ultimately, little to serve as a diversion from somber thoughts.
His cranium shook minutely in silent reply to the wolf, smile upheld in spite of the strain darkening the valleys of his face. "I'm well, no need." Physically, most certainly, but he was further lacking any pep in his step, and he understood that though it was an injury invisible to any microscope, the experience in a gazer's eyes would detect with ease his discomfort for how poorly he could veil it. Thus he was in acceptance that the small child had undoubtedly evaluated Redamancy and found him doleful.
His taut fragility loosened as a cookie balanced in delicate paws extended forth in offering, and Redamancy accepted with as much grace as he could muster in his present state. "How sweet of you. My thanks, little one," he murmured, cotton-soft, nipping a piece from the dessert and humming his approval. "Did you make it?"
Dark visionaries flitted upward, ensnaring movement of a feline in a bandanna. She did not speak, and Redamancy was too fatigued to offer a warm extension.