12-14-2020, 08:36 AM
Dormant lay desire against still tongue, few those whose proximity drew near his own, disregarded within moments his own voice may not breach, until particular contender allowed wanton wish a fleeting life.
A show.
Metal briefly caught, pressed to skin beneath coarse strands, ilicted a hum as attention turned. Time gathered and passed, suspended those seconds that trickled by without response. Evident the manner skepticism drew a furrow across brow, shaded those dark depths that trailed along other, sought something that may not be found, displeasure withheld as teeth ground into tongue tip. The boy that pretended to act as king and the old fool too stupid to accept his immenint retirement. A pair they made, none the wiser for such off handily spoken offer.
Slow the twist, dark lips laden with scars peeling away from teeth discoloured and broken. All that may be needed that grin which bore a spark of hunger, back flicked ears as upwards was his body pushed, braced against leg that trembled ever slightly. Allow them to believe such a weakness, grown lame from loss staged years past, reconquered all and no lesser he for such. "It would be my pleasure." Honorific lay against his tongue, sought freedom he would not allow, swallowed as stretched out and shaken each limb in turn.
A hush befell the few present beyond them, ignored each as Dylluan offer Brym a final fleeting glance, pondered once more the meaning for his offer. Living as any other, touched with hunger that may not be quenched by food, different this. A show he had called it, sign of strength for those who rose their petulant voices in disagreement to his appointment, or maybe more basic it. Cared not what caused it and simple the grace of acceptance, away the tiger turning before all left the ground.
Fall familiar, yet seemed lengthened, quiet the groan that fell from drawn back lips. It seemed his age had begun to show, though far was Dylluan from an age he may be deemed a true elder, the hardship of their chosen life visited upon muscle and sinew alike. Up chin tilted and his voice gained an echo as he circled the pit, jeering call ringing with a note that made it clear he bore no malice, good his humour as excitement shaped his words. "We would not wish to keep anyone waiting, might get it in their heads your afraid of a bag of bones such as me."
[table][tr][td]A show.
Metal briefly caught, pressed to skin beneath coarse strands, ilicted a hum as attention turned. Time gathered and passed, suspended those seconds that trickled by without response. Evident the manner skepticism drew a furrow across brow, shaded those dark depths that trailed along other, sought something that may not be found, displeasure withheld as teeth ground into tongue tip. The boy that pretended to act as king and the old fool too stupid to accept his immenint retirement. A pair they made, none the wiser for such off handily spoken offer.
Slow the twist, dark lips laden with scars peeling away from teeth discoloured and broken. All that may be needed that grin which bore a spark of hunger, back flicked ears as upwards was his body pushed, braced against leg that trembled ever slightly. Allow them to believe such a weakness, grown lame from loss staged years past, reconquered all and no lesser he for such. "It would be my pleasure." Honorific lay against his tongue, sought freedom he would not allow, swallowed as stretched out and shaken each limb in turn.
A hush befell the few present beyond them, ignored each as Dylluan offer Brym a final fleeting glance, pondered once more the meaning for his offer. Living as any other, touched with hunger that may not be quenched by food, different this. A show he had called it, sign of strength for those who rose their petulant voices in disagreement to his appointment, or maybe more basic it. Cared not what caused it and simple the grace of acceptance, away the tiger turning before all left the ground.
Fall familiar, yet seemed lengthened, quiet the groan that fell from drawn back lips. It seemed his age had begun to show, though far was Dylluan from an age he may be deemed a true elder, the hardship of their chosen life visited upon muscle and sinew alike. Up chin tilted and his voice gained an echo as he circled the pit, jeering call ringing with a note that made it clear he bore no malice, good his humour as excitement shaped his words. "We would not wish to keep anyone waiting, might get it in their heads your afraid of a bag of bones such as me."
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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
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