11-07-2018, 06:12 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He agreed that he wasn’t satisfied with a mundane world. That was why change was so necessary for the coyote. He craved the feeling of refreshment, the knowledge that things wouldn’t stay the same forever. It was why he would be happy to simply live within the realms of his mind because, that way, he could never feel too bored. He could create anyone and anything, form and destroy worlds, be a god or be a peasant. It didn’t matter because his world would always be changing, shifting and turning. The possibilities were free flowing, running like a waterfall, stretching like a riverbend. He once read an article about a man from the human world who had convinced the public that cat-dog hybrids could exist naturally only for scientists to realise it was all a scam, a joke, an attempt to jeer at society. But there was a part of the news article that stuck to him: “Humans want to believe – whether that is religion, alien abductions or impossible hybrids…In a mundane world, they want to believe in wonders.” Despite not being human himself, he couldn’t help but share in that point of view. He wanted to be entertained and amazed, put in awe of the universe around him, her weaving hands showing him endless joy.
Perry had noticed the lion enter the abandoned place but did not move to question him. He didn’t feel like questioning the Pharoah because he assumed that whatever the male was doing was important. But upon passing by, his ears perked immediately at the male’s speech. Mother? He tosses a side-ways glance towards the darkness of the room, trying to smell for any other presence and unable to hear another voice. The coyote felt himself frown. He was beginning to think everyone in the Rosebloods spoke to themselves, had voices inside their head, were completely insane and broken. Then he heard a book fall to the ground, the sound familiar to him because there had been plenty of cases he heard the unfortunate reverberation of a leather cover thumping and lying flat on the floor. He didn’t like it because it gave the possibility of pages becoming folded or novels becoming ruined. He couldn’t help but now turn around, wondering if he should enter but seeing Mirio make the decision for him.
He saw the way the golden retriever moved straight in to investigate, a little startled at the fact that he had just phased through solid matter before reminding himself not to be surprised. He blinks, entering normally before focusing his eyes on Mirio again. He tilts his head. A power. The other had witnessed Sephiroth ‘unlock a new power’. He hadn’t seen it himself, late to the scene because he was unable to enter an intangible state like the canine. The coyote merely sneezed at all the dust collected within the room before turning his attention back to the book Sephiroth had been reading, briefly able to catch the shape of the cover’s title. Loveless. It sounded dramatic. Perhaps it was even poetic. The coyote had always been fond of poetry. ”W-What pow-power?” Perry asks curiously, attention quickly drawn towards the bookshelves housing many volumes. His eyes seemed to twinkle. ”A-Are these b-books a-all y-yours?” He hoped not.
He didn't have to wait long for at least one of the answers, eyes twinkling towards the stranger he had never met. He presses his lips together, merely nodding. Conjuration. They seemed to understand a lot about powers. He wished he could say the same about himself but Perry had always been the distant observer, refusing to meddle too much in the unknown. Regardless of receiving an answer, he still waited an an answer about the books. He needed to refill his collection, wanted to read again for when everything became known and boring. It would be a shame for Perry to grow disinterested of the Rosebloods, mad because everything had become so mundane. Of course, the coyote didn't help himself when it came to the books. He wasn't sure if this place secretly belonged to someone who had failed to visit it in a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed unlikely. He just thought it was safer not to act too suddenly.
Perry had noticed the lion enter the abandoned place but did not move to question him. He didn’t feel like questioning the Pharoah because he assumed that whatever the male was doing was important. But upon passing by, his ears perked immediately at the male’s speech. Mother? He tosses a side-ways glance towards the darkness of the room, trying to smell for any other presence and unable to hear another voice. The coyote felt himself frown. He was beginning to think everyone in the Rosebloods spoke to themselves, had voices inside their head, were completely insane and broken. Then he heard a book fall to the ground, the sound familiar to him because there had been plenty of cases he heard the unfortunate reverberation of a leather cover thumping and lying flat on the floor. He didn’t like it because it gave the possibility of pages becoming folded or novels becoming ruined. He couldn’t help but now turn around, wondering if he should enter but seeing Mirio make the decision for him.
He saw the way the golden retriever moved straight in to investigate, a little startled at the fact that he had just phased through solid matter before reminding himself not to be surprised. He blinks, entering normally before focusing his eyes on Mirio again. He tilts his head. A power. The other had witnessed Sephiroth ‘unlock a new power’. He hadn’t seen it himself, late to the scene because he was unable to enter an intangible state like the canine. The coyote merely sneezed at all the dust collected within the room before turning his attention back to the book Sephiroth had been reading, briefly able to catch the shape of the cover’s title. Loveless. It sounded dramatic. Perhaps it was even poetic. The coyote had always been fond of poetry. ”W-What pow-power?” Perry asks curiously, attention quickly drawn towards the bookshelves housing many volumes. His eyes seemed to twinkle. ”A-Are these b-books a-all y-yours?” He hoped not.
He didn't have to wait long for at least one of the answers, eyes twinkling towards the stranger he had never met. He presses his lips together, merely nodding. Conjuration. They seemed to understand a lot about powers. He wished he could say the same about himself but Perry had always been the distant observer, refusing to meddle too much in the unknown. Regardless of receiving an answer, he still waited an an answer about the books. He needed to refill his collection, wanted to read again for when everything became known and boring. It would be a shame for Perry to grow disinterested of the Rosebloods, mad because everything had become so mundane. Of course, the coyote didn't help himself when it came to the books. He wasn't sure if this place secretly belonged to someone who had failed to visit it in a long time, but the more he thought about it, the more it seemed unlikely. He just thought it was safer not to act too suddenly.