TRULY ORIGINAL // flower crowns

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

it had felt as if the entire clan were at a standstill, there were no activity, no... movement. Like the brink before a great war ( or after one : where the silence of the dead reigned and those few left alive starring in horror, unable to bridge a gap he knew couldn't breach over the dead, over the mourning ) It was like a ghost town: or maybe it was just the eerie similarities to his first home. When there was little left but he, alone to reign over corpses.

Not only were Rin gone, but so was Clony. Both seemed to had disappeared so quickly, one after the other. The remnants of their clan was left ajar, and hebi refused the role- he too- made a motion to disappear before there were whispers of one of the newcomers wanting to take the head: hebi didn't- he didn't-

"can Hel have one? I think it would suit her" Hebi's voice was soft, in comparison to his looming figure: self conscious enough to draw his wings closer to himself-t shatter the illusions of the scars that marred each edge of his form. Hidden under bangles and wreaths of leather cords that spooled along his neck: but they were still there- burn scars, scratch marks. Horrid tallies etched into his skin just along the ribcage- barely hidden by fur-

He held up one of his paws, and the bangle of scales shifted: Hel's head were visible by the pitch black tongue that flickered outwards towards the stranger curiously. Beady eyes locked in their image: tracking the movement, weary- but in Hebi's presence not about to strike just- aware