03-06-2021, 09:01 PM
As he shuffled in place, a voice rang out nearby and his monochrome mane swayed towards the wanderer. Periwinkle hues traced Bryiath momentarily. No. That wasn't what he heard. Catching himself, the lion merely nodded with the god's words. "Romulus, indeed," he reiterated back deeply. "I have been fairing..." His voice traveled off. Lost for words and without any idea on how to continue, canines gritted together. His tail whipped out of sheer annoyance. "I'm content," came his final murmur.
The subtle sounds of a passerby caught his attention once again. His gaze shot into the distance, catching on a white feline amongst the thaw. His pupils narrowed. "May I inquire what you're doing?" he rasped. He wanted to hear her voice. To experience her movement. To see if she was what he heard.
The subtle sounds of a passerby caught his attention once again. His gaze shot into the distance, catching on a white feline amongst the thaw. His pupils narrowed. "May I inquire what you're doing?" he rasped. He wanted to hear her voice. To experience her movement. To see if she was what he heard.
ROMULUS MALUS
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