01-22-2021, 08:49 AM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
Eternalknight had spent most of his recent time just laying down or walking. With the disastrous ending to his side, scars that constricted and marred his side in obvious fashion, he spent a lot of time with Moth being cared for and walking to work out the muscles.
He hadn'tbeen, regretfully, present for the breaking of the teapot. He'd known how important it was to her, knew who had given it to her, and wished he could have prevented its fall. As such, he'd tried, unsuccessfully, to find a replacement. What he had found though, was a tangler willing to let him borrow one. He'd snuck it into the home, left a slip labeled "happy birthday" set on the counter. He remained hidden in his room with the set, awaiting her departure eagerly.
Once she had left, he began the confusing process of making tea. It wasn't a skill he was as good at as his cousin, but it was one he managed none the less. He hoped she would still appreciate it, none the less. As the water began to heat, he looked over his plan to transport it. He'd borrowed a wagon from someone and had layed a blanket down along the bottom. He set the cups down in it first, then made a small spot for the teapot itself. Q small pot of sugar and a small pot of cream were tucked firmly against the side. Satisfied, he finished readying the tea. As well, there was a small package meant for her, carefully wrapped.
Tea rightfully tucked into place, he began the carefull process of finding his cousin and getting the tea to her. She wasn't hard to follow, he knew how to follow her tracks and scent better than he could any others, it always stood out to him.
Had he mentioned the day to any other tanglers? No. Maybe a mention here or there to give her her space today, but no mention of why. He though, would want a small batch of her time. He finally laid eyes on her and gave a low, soft whistle to get her attention, motioning with his head for her to join him. The shorter the distance he had to drag the wagon, the better, his side was starting to hurt him something awful already.
"Haby pirthtay, Zoph, I know I can't make tea like vu put, I hobe vu can schtill enchoy!" he would say softly when she was within range, a gentle smile on his face. He would also motion towards the package with a paw; which she would come to find contained a simple necklace that he had made, a wooden replica of her family's crest painted a soft blue. "Zat is for vu, too. Arh ! Zee tea zet is porroved put, I vill pe finting vu one! I chust couldn't find one near und didn't vant to miss totay."
He hadn'tbeen, regretfully, present for the breaking of the teapot. He'd known how important it was to her, knew who had given it to her, and wished he could have prevented its fall. As such, he'd tried, unsuccessfully, to find a replacement. What he had found though, was a tangler willing to let him borrow one. He'd snuck it into the home, left a slip labeled "happy birthday" set on the counter. He remained hidden in his room with the set, awaiting her departure eagerly.
Once she had left, he began the confusing process of making tea. It wasn't a skill he was as good at as his cousin, but it was one he managed none the less. He hoped she would still appreciate it, none the less. As the water began to heat, he looked over his plan to transport it. He'd borrowed a wagon from someone and had layed a blanket down along the bottom. He set the cups down in it first, then made a small spot for the teapot itself. Q small pot of sugar and a small pot of cream were tucked firmly against the side. Satisfied, he finished readying the tea. As well, there was a small package meant for her, carefully wrapped.
Tea rightfully tucked into place, he began the carefull process of finding his cousin and getting the tea to her. She wasn't hard to follow, he knew how to follow her tracks and scent better than he could any others, it always stood out to him.
Had he mentioned the day to any other tanglers? No. Maybe a mention here or there to give her her space today, but no mention of why. He though, would want a small batch of her time. He finally laid eyes on her and gave a low, soft whistle to get her attention, motioning with his head for her to join him. The shorter the distance he had to drag the wagon, the better, his side was starting to hurt him something awful already.
"Haby pirthtay, Zoph, I know I can't make tea like vu put, I hobe vu can schtill enchoy!" he would say softly when she was within range, a gentle smile on his face. He would also motion towards the package with a paw; which she would come to find contained a simple necklace that he had made, a wooden replica of her family's crest painted a soft blue. "Zat is for vu, too. Arh ! Zee tea zet is porroved put, I vill pe finting vu one! I chust couldn't find one near und didn't vant to miss totay."
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan
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— THE PULL ON MY FLESH WAS JUST TOO STRONG
[color=#4C4043]ETERNALKNIGHT PENDRAGON IS A SCARRED ALBINO FELINE WITH A PROSTHETIC LEG. HE HAILS FROM A LONG LINE OF ROYALTY AND IS THE COUSIN OF SOPHIEA. HE IS A WIDOWER AND IS NOT LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP. THE SHARKTOOTH NECKLACE WAS GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS PAST WIFE AS A TOKEN OF THEIR MARRIAGE. WEARS SHADES TO HIDE HIS SENSITVE EYES. PENNED BY [member=874]rexaraneo[/member].
— IT STIFLED THE CHOICE AND THE AIR IN MY LUNG