11-11-2020, 11:22 AM
TELL HIM THE NIGHTMARES HAVEN'T STOPPED
tell him i'm not sure what is real and what is not
It was an oddly familiar scene. It reminded him at once that the Templar had been allies with a particularly nasty group, who too sold their wares, though they were never quite as pretty- in fact they appeared at most times almost crude, Loey hadn't been interested then, but the flashes of light against gold and silver had most certainly caught his attention, as indicated by his slow approach behind Tena.
Like the little sand cat, Loey had never been one for accessorizing without reason- of course, in his old body he'd had no eyes, only blackened, burnt holes, and that had been a different story- the mucky, cracked skull he'd worn over his face back then was less to show him off and more, in fact, to hide him.
He seated himself behind Tena, blinking slowly as he eyes the precious items and listened to the other two's conversation. Judging, perhaps, by the squint of his eyes and the kneading of his paws against the ground, he was trying to make up his mind whether he wanted something or not.
Like the little sand cat, Loey had never been one for accessorizing without reason- of course, in his old body he'd had no eyes, only blackened, burnt holes, and that had been a different story- the mucky, cracked skull he'd worn over his face back then was less to show him off and more, in fact, to hide him.
He seated himself behind Tena, blinking slowly as he eyes the precious items and listened to the other two's conversation. Judging, perhaps, by the squint of his eyes and the kneading of his paws against the ground, he was trying to make up his mind whether he wanted something or not.
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