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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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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: georgia; color: #664b4a; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 12px;"]NEVER GETS ANY BETTER, ONLY GETS WORSE
Often hard the limitation that allowed such things as kindness to draw to a conclusion, the assistance of an offered hand a gamble for the other may hold a knife beyond view. A lesson learnt, repeated to such a degree he cared little where it came to keeping a tally, his very body a display of weakness. To any mother a child such as he was decreed deceased upon the draw of first breath, a beacon that called to danger alike a lighthouse to ships, better an end given quickly and clean. His life an uphill struggle, a fight from the beginning, thus loose the cap on the kindness he gave even if small that he gave by choice.
Gentle the tug that drew his own lips upward, a poor mirror of that given, crooked as one side was incapable of matching the other. Short the time he had known the silent presence, a man of no words and yet so many, more intriguing than any other who allowed their tongue to shape needless thoughts that gave nothing. Maybe that is what drew him, a quiet intrigue to understand, bridge a gap written word and flourishing flora spanned, a middle ground sought.
Brief the diversion, line of sight followed, calm the wide ribbon of muddied water. Intent evident, once more returned to Aesior. Smoothed and practiced seemed his motion, beset by tremor minute, stifled beneath a wish to have it pass by undetected. Such unlikely, proven as his gaze settled upon where paws held aloft his stick, the quick shift of stance enough to tell how Aesior felt about the situation. No words on it would bypass his lips, supposedly aside brushed as he moved closer beneath the guise of studying the manner this method was conducted.
It would not be dropped so easily, evident by the manner lavender depths flicked down to where pale paws pressed against the sodden embankment, still now, before rising. Neutral his expression yet his eyes bore that he would not speak aloud, allowed to be maintained some semblance of privacy, divulging how far the issue went left only for Aesior. "You seem to be rather full of surprises."
[/td][/tr][/table]Gentle the tug that drew his own lips upward, a poor mirror of that given, crooked as one side was incapable of matching the other. Short the time he had known the silent presence, a man of no words and yet so many, more intriguing than any other who allowed their tongue to shape needless thoughts that gave nothing. Maybe that is what drew him, a quiet intrigue to understand, bridge a gap written word and flourishing flora spanned, a middle ground sought.
Brief the diversion, line of sight followed, calm the wide ribbon of muddied water. Intent evident, once more returned to Aesior. Smoothed and practiced seemed his motion, beset by tremor minute, stifled beneath a wish to have it pass by undetected. Such unlikely, proven as his gaze settled upon where paws held aloft his stick, the quick shift of stance enough to tell how Aesior felt about the situation. No words on it would bypass his lips, supposedly aside brushed as he moved closer beneath the guise of studying the manner this method was conducted.
It would not be dropped so easily, evident by the manner lavender depths flicked down to where pale paws pressed against the sodden embankment, still now, before rising. Neutral his expression yet his eyes bore that he would not speak aloud, allowed to be maintained some semblance of privacy, divulging how far the issue went left only for Aesior. "You seem to be rather full of surprises."
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