09-15-2020, 09:55 PM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
Eternalknight had never been fully fond of the plan to leave their home behind, knowing the hell it would put him through. Ever since the moment he lost his leg, long journeys had become strenious, even with the prosthetic. Somedays, walking at all was hard. But, he survived and he thrived. He hadn't been around much recently, focusing on manevuring around the swamp without getting stranded.
There had been one too many times where the mud had jerked at the prosthetic, which was more suited for the grassy plains of his home, rather than the thick mud that surrounded the place. Even the forest could give him strife, with the thick moss that would slip under plastic paw. It merely required adaption, and he was growing used too it slowly.
He'd spoken with his younger cousin and knew of her plans to clean out a home. He'd known of the location and had kept it in mind. He'd been avoiding her, giving her space. He knew she still was angry with him, though he didn't know how to fix it. He hoped that if he gave her space, it would help. He loved her, dearly, and only wished to keep her safe.
It was on heavy paws that he entered the home, surprised to see the party already gathered inside. "Parton me," drawled the thickly accented feline, slipping past the others. He would look them all over for a moment before sitting, gently tugging the plastic prosthetic off of his leg. Left behind was a stump, ending above the "elbow", a black sleeve covering it. Carefully he would lay it on the ground, near the door.
He began to head towards the smell of the tea, where he assumed his cousin would be. Partially there, balanced on his three legs, he would look over his shoulder at the others. He recognized only the luminary but, didn't introduce himself. "Vell? Are zou comink?" would ask the albino, peering at them over his shades. Shaking his head, he would continue to the kitchen, where his eyes would lay on the winged feline under his protection.
Gaze softening, he would hobble his way over, brushing pale muzzle against her shoulder. "Ve 'ave guests," the knight would rumble as he sat. His eyes would flick over the younger's appearance, searching for any signs of distress or pain. Despite this place supposedly being safer for them, old habits die hard for the scarred tom.
There had been one too many times where the mud had jerked at the prosthetic, which was more suited for the grassy plains of his home, rather than the thick mud that surrounded the place. Even the forest could give him strife, with the thick moss that would slip under plastic paw. It merely required adaption, and he was growing used too it slowly.
He'd spoken with his younger cousin and knew of her plans to clean out a home. He'd known of the location and had kept it in mind. He'd been avoiding her, giving her space. He knew she still was angry with him, though he didn't know how to fix it. He hoped that if he gave her space, it would help. He loved her, dearly, and only wished to keep her safe.
It was on heavy paws that he entered the home, surprised to see the party already gathered inside. "Parton me," drawled the thickly accented feline, slipping past the others. He would look them all over for a moment before sitting, gently tugging the plastic prosthetic off of his leg. Left behind was a stump, ending above the "elbow", a black sleeve covering it. Carefully he would lay it on the ground, near the door.
He began to head towards the smell of the tea, where he assumed his cousin would be. Partially there, balanced on his three legs, he would look over his shoulder at the others. He recognized only the luminary but, didn't introduce himself. "Vell? Are zou comink?" would ask the albino, peering at them over his shades. Shaking his head, he would continue to the kitchen, where his eyes would lay on the winged feline under his protection.
Gaze softening, he would hobble his way over, brushing pale muzzle against her shoulder. "Ve 'ave guests," the knight would rumble as he sat. His eyes would flick over the younger's appearance, searching for any signs of distress or pain. Despite this place supposedly being safer for them, old habits die hard for the scarred tom.
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan
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— THE PULL ON MY FLESH WAS JUST TOO STRONG
[color=#4C4043]ETERNALKNIGHT PENDRAGON IS A SCARRED ALBINO FELINE WITH A PROSTHETIC LEG. HE HAILS FROM A LONG LINE OF ROYALTY AND IS THE COUSIN OF SOPHIEA. HE IS A WIDOWER AND IS NOT LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP. THE SHARKTOOTH NECKLACE WAS GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS PAST WIFE AS A TOKEN OF THEIR MARRIAGE. WEARS SHADES TO HIDE HIS SENSITVE EYES. PENNED BY [member=874]rexaraneo[/member].
— IT STIFLED THE CHOICE AND THE AIR IN MY LUNG