11-29-2020, 06:35 PM
HEAR THOS EBELLS RING DEPE IN YOUR SOUL
CHIMING AWAY FOR A MOMENT
FEEL. YOUR BREARH COURSE FRANKLY BELOW
It seemed fate grew kind to the dark vixen.
Unknown she or the prior instances the hammering best of the war drum had been directed towards those she deemed her own, mere casualties some beneath the serpentine usurper, others lackies. Hands switches, loyalties forged with another upon discarding the ivory monarch, deep running the foul taint in deserts edging the ensnared swamp. Had he known may have caused no difference, yet such kindness was at least extended as her voice rang forth.
Solitary his placement among those few residents, numbers meagre and further thinned, prisoners and injured alike dealt with in manner that did not permit prying eyes for bargains may be struck with their lives. A stranger, even as another within them bore only a welcoming disposition, her word not enough as he proved unmoved by their plight. This was not his own fight, that which raged across terrain he had been reared upon his own, yet far was he now, adrift with only Elsweyr to anchor him.
Taken to was the cheetah with wandering the edges bordering secluded town, watched with disdain and interest, some possibly pondering how he may be dispatched or turned, ignored all. The voice he could not not, however, head arising, about rounded ears swivelling. His trek through the dense land plagued by humidity that stubbornly clung, even now as winter drew closer, uneventful, strained hearing picking up on minor shuffling, undergrowth disturbed by small creatures. No meagre scrap that Khajhad came upon, alight honey hued eyes with intrigue, distance still permitted as he assessed the other.
"She is bold." Light the mirth that toned words spoken through frown. Though heeded the perimeter that announced to those who cared to take note this land was owned still had her presence been called forth, open her position, unafraid and even serene. "This one does not know who she speaks of." Truthful his words, new to this land the predator and thus the one who bore the name Sweeney spoke was an unknown. "She is not of the swamp, yes?"
Unknown she or the prior instances the hammering best of the war drum had been directed towards those she deemed her own, mere casualties some beneath the serpentine usurper, others lackies. Hands switches, loyalties forged with another upon discarding the ivory monarch, deep running the foul taint in deserts edging the ensnared swamp. Had he known may have caused no difference, yet such kindness was at least extended as her voice rang forth.
Solitary his placement among those few residents, numbers meagre and further thinned, prisoners and injured alike dealt with in manner that did not permit prying eyes for bargains may be struck with their lives. A stranger, even as another within them bore only a welcoming disposition, her word not enough as he proved unmoved by their plight. This was not his own fight, that which raged across terrain he had been reared upon his own, yet far was he now, adrift with only Elsweyr to anchor him.
Taken to was the cheetah with wandering the edges bordering secluded town, watched with disdain and interest, some possibly pondering how he may be dispatched or turned, ignored all. The voice he could not not, however, head arising, about rounded ears swivelling. His trek through the dense land plagued by humidity that stubbornly clung, even now as winter drew closer, uneventful, strained hearing picking up on minor shuffling, undergrowth disturbed by small creatures. No meagre scrap that Khajhad came upon, alight honey hued eyes with intrigue, distance still permitted as he assessed the other.
"She is bold." Light the mirth that toned words spoken through frown. Though heeded the perimeter that announced to those who cared to take note this land was owned still had her presence been called forth, open her position, unafraid and even serene. "This one does not know who she speaks of." Truthful his words, new to this land the predator and thus the one who bore the name Sweeney spoke was an unknown. "She is not of the swamp, yes?"
code by Reggan