10-22-2018, 01:38 PM
LUCERYS VELARYON // M, 20 M/O // SUNHAVEN
Sickness had a certain smell that animals could sense if they tuned in enough, Lucy knew. He could have smelt the sickness rolling off of Marina's pelt when he had time, but he didn't have that luxury. The bright red griffon slid in beside Venus slowly, merely staying by the doors and refusing to go in. Something wasn't right, but Lucerys couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe it was the deja vu. He had been witness to plague and death in his city of Mereen, Astapor, and so many other valyrian islands in Essos.
"please be okay.." Lucerys managed to softly mutter, worry in golden eyes as the male focused on the ground underneath him.
WHY SHOULD I PLAY THIS GAME OF PRETEND?