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ultimum eques
the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
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the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
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Fickle. A silver shackle bore without reservation, concept made human and thus digestible. Would it bear the same weight held aloft with careless ease, befitting and all the while further unnatural for how the tongues that made it so too crafted the bearer, if they were not present. Possibly, or it may have been free without name or descriptor, a fragment of existence with purpose and no shackles to deem it understandable.
The burden made and thus beared by them, fickle the life that gave it and thus honed it until it may fit something so much grander. Of course, he too was complicit in the use, bore some understanding of time and the passage it wrought, a product of the past shaping the present as he wished it to be. Could he say he understood, truly and wholly, that they knew as time. No, he could not speak such in full faith that his truth was an absolute, yet still he may try.
A cruel and volatile mistress, hungry for that which began and drew to an end, the strings plucked with abandon. Too human this, a life it did not deserve embedded in the trickle of seconds, a passage marked for they deemed it necessary. Was it truly as they described it or something more. Fickle the answers he may ascribe, gone from his mind now, unnecessary as night waned, drowned in the heightened activity of a quickened mind roused from slumber at a time he was accustomed to.
As those who had departed prior no stranger was he to dreams, nor their brethren found in nightmares, a tool as misunderstood as time though named they both by beings such as they. He knew them as fragments of the past, events that transpired a time too long ago to recall the days, recorded now only as jumbled scenes poorly pieced together. Best this way, possibly, that he recall and the history books did not. Allow only him to carry the shame, know the cruelty time had buried. Such was not to say he handled it well, rather the contrary, exhaustion evident in the darkness that hung below barely opened eyes.
Abandoned the notion of staying, known now that sleep would not come no matter how he wished it to and best utilised his time in worthwhile pursuits. This, too, put aside as his progress was halted not too far into the golden veil of spreading illumination, vision filled with two figures, known both of within rudimentary ways. Enjoyed the presence of Aesior, heightened his opinion for his silent nature, though the matter of it not being via choice one that allowed a faint curiosity to grow. The other, a child and one often deemed prey, further intriguing. Unlike some he bore no interest in the status he held, no wrongfully given for intelligent was he, more so than some Vincent may name with ease, he did not care to baby and protect the rabbit, however. His choice to come here, to linger amongst predators that sought his blood, and thus the consequences were his to face.
Brief the moment put towards weighing his options, final decision largely arrived upon for he had been driven to this land in a bid to find company and avoiding it was counter-productive. Silent his approach, the query posed by Fragglerock barely caught but one he lingered on. "I hope I'm not interrupting." Quiet his words when finally his momentum drew to a halt, deciding it best to maintain some distance, the warmth of the thinning grass lined terrain pleasant, too little time spent in the sun for he often suffered averse effects he'd much rather avoid where possible.
[/td][/tr][/table]The burden made and thus beared by them, fickle the life that gave it and thus honed it until it may fit something so much grander. Of course, he too was complicit in the use, bore some understanding of time and the passage it wrought, a product of the past shaping the present as he wished it to be. Could he say he understood, truly and wholly, that they knew as time. No, he could not speak such in full faith that his truth was an absolute, yet still he may try.
A cruel and volatile mistress, hungry for that which began and drew to an end, the strings plucked with abandon. Too human this, a life it did not deserve embedded in the trickle of seconds, a passage marked for they deemed it necessary. Was it truly as they described it or something more. Fickle the answers he may ascribe, gone from his mind now, unnecessary as night waned, drowned in the heightened activity of a quickened mind roused from slumber at a time he was accustomed to.
As those who had departed prior no stranger was he to dreams, nor their brethren found in nightmares, a tool as misunderstood as time though named they both by beings such as they. He knew them as fragments of the past, events that transpired a time too long ago to recall the days, recorded now only as jumbled scenes poorly pieced together. Best this way, possibly, that he recall and the history books did not. Allow only him to carry the shame, know the cruelty time had buried. Such was not to say he handled it well, rather the contrary, exhaustion evident in the darkness that hung below barely opened eyes.
Abandoned the notion of staying, known now that sleep would not come no matter how he wished it to and best utilised his time in worthwhile pursuits. This, too, put aside as his progress was halted not too far into the golden veil of spreading illumination, vision filled with two figures, known both of within rudimentary ways. Enjoyed the presence of Aesior, heightened his opinion for his silent nature, though the matter of it not being via choice one that allowed a faint curiosity to grow. The other, a child and one often deemed prey, further intriguing. Unlike some he bore no interest in the status he held, no wrongfully given for intelligent was he, more so than some Vincent may name with ease, he did not care to baby and protect the rabbit, however. His choice to come here, to linger amongst predators that sought his blood, and thus the consequences were his to face.
Brief the moment put towards weighing his options, final decision largely arrived upon for he had been driven to this land in a bid to find company and avoiding it was counter-productive. Silent his approach, the query posed by Fragglerock barely caught but one he lingered on. "I hope I'm not interrupting." Quiet his words when finally his momentum drew to a halt, deciding it best to maintain some distance, the warmth of the thinning grass lined terrain pleasant, too little time spent in the sun for he often suffered averse effects he'd much rather avoid where possible.
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