01-06-2021, 11:22 PM
[div style="margin: auto; max-width: 475px; padding: 5%; min-height: 20px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 17px;"]Absent had he grown, occupied with proceedings his own to dictate and carry knowledge of. Exceeding sparse had grown his infrequent visitations to the subterranean halls that echoed with voices bolstered by the continuation of their hunt, bitter the taste he held for such, however, lowly the manner conducted central spectacle. Warmth seared pads long since given to callouses, traversed the winding passages, intent only to retrieve necessary items before departure may be conducted. Aside his plans cast, however, the call ringing forth with something different about those gravel laced syllables, the pup elevated by dirty work.
Frown rose upon scar laden lips, narrowed the eyes that watched procession, thought upon for a moment the reception had he willingly forgone attendance. Decision supposedly made as proceedings begun, though about open doors who he linger, a silent presence with scrutinising gaze levelled upon Brymstone. Expected the formal welcome among their ranks offered the two that had deemed the magna kissed land suitable, approval momentarily touching dark depths as Cherna was addressed. At the least she seemed suitable, no such remark befitting her companion.
Away was it whisked in short time, confusion alighting as ceremony was conducted. Indeed, no longer did they have the late Dragon to act as Brym must in his place, perceived still as slight, against tradition an act taken upon himself. The time for such was short as once more Vale was called upon, the inclusion of his own name after vis drawing a short hum from pursed lips. Unspoken went his issues with the other, vis tactics rather unseemly and uncouth, though old hand was Dylluan at war performed on a battlefield for all to witness without need of such measures as stealth. Lips contoured, rage worn clear as ve called ver acceptance, his own voice an echo that continued even as he turned and left without awaiting response. "I do not accept."
Frown rose upon scar laden lips, narrowed the eyes that watched procession, thought upon for a moment the reception had he willingly forgone attendance. Decision supposedly made as proceedings begun, though about open doors who he linger, a silent presence with scrutinising gaze levelled upon Brymstone. Expected the formal welcome among their ranks offered the two that had deemed the magna kissed land suitable, approval momentarily touching dark depths as Cherna was addressed. At the least she seemed suitable, no such remark befitting her companion.
Away was it whisked in short time, confusion alighting as ceremony was conducted. Indeed, no longer did they have the late Dragon to act as Brym must in his place, perceived still as slight, against tradition an act taken upon himself. The time for such was short as once more Vale was called upon, the inclusion of his own name after vis drawing a short hum from pursed lips. Unspoken went his issues with the other, vis tactics rather unseemly and uncouth, though old hand was Dylluan at war performed on a battlefield for all to witness without need of such measures as stealth. Lips contoured, rage worn clear as ve called ver acceptance, his own voice an echo that continued even as he turned and left without awaiting response. "I do not accept."