12-11-2020, 06:05 AM
Seconds passed with the slow tumble of suspended grains, languid as befit only insignificant measurement. Beneath heat scorched crust mimicked the passage, celestial bodies moving across dark field in ever continuous cycle, artificial the illumination they may act by. Never halted their work, harsh the ring, a clamour speaking of creation, the scrap as metal dragged against stone, the harsh and raucous sound of war. The walls rang with such, agitation permitted freedom.
Necessary such, lonesome now the skeletal monarch housed above in secluded haven his alone, laid to rest the grief he bore from passage. Yet such may not dissuade, work found pitiful release. Among them was he but another, a face in the crowd working metal once ravaged by time and conquest, apart set for that which produced a metallic ring as struck the stone beneath. Summons voiced and acted out in beckoning gesture, vision brief in turning to connection point. To ignore the call was to invite grievous punishment upon himself, to linger a weaker invitation but no less evident, discarded thought with ease.
Familiar and short their traversal, known well and thus lost thoughts that grew heavy, laden with that he may no grace tongue with. Minimal he knew of the one that occupied head, into their fold taken by decreed, untouched his veins by the blood that connected them. Disquieted some upon prospect, his ascension met with both vocal and internal displeasure, silenced those voices once ringing with faux accusation. Lie to admit accepting Dylluan of that this pup sought, a throne he may deem his own through the draw of luck, yet he lacked ill will, desired only a return to their normalcy.
Offered this as other turned and addressal began, proven this was no interloper but no one of them, quiet the hum he voiced as addressed the passing and subsequent funeral. As did Brymstone so too did his head lower, recalled the prior Dragon with a fondness born not of a close bond with the lost, it was more simple than that, perfect the example he cut of what one of the ironfolk should be. Continued his words, useless much and half-hearted grew Dylluan in paying attention, once more tuning in with the granted permission of travel, already mind occupied by forming plans.
[table][tr][td]Necessary such, lonesome now the skeletal monarch housed above in secluded haven his alone, laid to rest the grief he bore from passage. Yet such may not dissuade, work found pitiful release. Among them was he but another, a face in the crowd working metal once ravaged by time and conquest, apart set for that which produced a metallic ring as struck the stone beneath. Summons voiced and acted out in beckoning gesture, vision brief in turning to connection point. To ignore the call was to invite grievous punishment upon himself, to linger a weaker invitation but no less evident, discarded thought with ease.
Familiar and short their traversal, known well and thus lost thoughts that grew heavy, laden with that he may no grace tongue with. Minimal he knew of the one that occupied head, into their fold taken by decreed, untouched his veins by the blood that connected them. Disquieted some upon prospect, his ascension met with both vocal and internal displeasure, silenced those voices once ringing with faux accusation. Lie to admit accepting Dylluan of that this pup sought, a throne he may deem his own through the draw of luck, yet he lacked ill will, desired only a return to their normalcy.
Offered this as other turned and addressal began, proven this was no interloper but no one of them, quiet the hum he voiced as addressed the passing and subsequent funeral. As did Brymstone so too did his head lower, recalled the prior Dragon with a fondness born not of a close bond with the lost, it was more simple than that, perfect the example he cut of what one of the ironfolk should be. Continued his words, useless much and half-hearted grew Dylluan in paying attention, once more tuning in with the granted permission of travel, already mind occupied by forming plans.
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such a daring disguise, look me dead in the eyes and cry when every stare has you gasping for air. won't you tell me why you're here, there's blood in the bag leaking love isn't fair, you can crawl back from where you came because I don't hear you the same
code by Wisker