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ultimum eques
the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
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the golden eyes
stoneguard
albino oriental
tags
[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
Once there had been a time, when upon him still was a childhood at least somewhat given to moments or naive curiosity satiated without any due thought to consequences, he had longed to be something more. Numerous the books in which read stories of those that ascended their mortal status, held within them a well of power that may be utilised in numerous fashions, always most intriguing those that may pry into the very mind. Mayhaps it best he lacked such averse effects common enough without, to know the thoughts of another a weight he would break beneath.
Or it may be a soothing balm to know, though hardly a blip upon his own radar as he was upon hers, the little impression Cleopatra bore of him was negative.
Lax had grown his posture as the seconds trickled past, chin raised as lavender depths diminished, slow the closure of lids. Fleeting the sigh that traced his lips, the warmth of the growing light at such a point worry was far from his mind. Always must an end be expected, no matter how she conducted herself almost instantaneous the change, sour grown the moment that seemed near enough perfect he may readily describe it as such. Narrowed the fine slither revealed between barely parted lids, her query one rather idiotic. Simple the answer she sought, one readily apparent should she engage her mind, though it seemed largely reserved for vitriol undeserved.
Unnecessary any answer he must give, the chance taken as another approached, voice smooth and lacking a bite he sorely wished it may hold. Of course it might not, the opinion of the vanguard one made apparent by the title Cleopatra bore, though he held no qualms with deeming her undeserving when her peer performed at a leave she did not. Unnecessary further time wasted upon her and about his vision turned, once more off guard caught. Surely by now he would have grown accustomed to the easy smile that often adorned Aesior's countenance, yet each only further addition to a curiosity he buried.
A stranger to kindness, to a manner gentle and endlessly sweet, touched by the cruelty life gives with too much fervour and yet maintained. Chin fell in a nod, preferred this wordless greeting, all the same brightened lavender by something he might not give a name as dismissed his worry. Short the life it was given, however, beneath confusion swallowed, quick the follow up that brought a stifled chuckle forth. Well he knew the first touches of attraction, not to a point affection may bloom within the fertile ground between. Not unkind was he and thus he would not speak in the manner Aesior grew blatant, unknowing in how his audience may well easily identify his behaviour, rather answered the previous query.
"Hunting, most likely, it has been too long since I had eggs and now is a good time for them." Matter of fact his tone, eyes turning away and once more his lids fell shut. There was the issue of locating a place that may prove suitable, he knew of some birds that nested in such terrain, though such a roadblock he would come to when it was time, the day new and the prospect tantalising enough to try.
[/td][/tr][/table]Or it may be a soothing balm to know, though hardly a blip upon his own radar as he was upon hers, the little impression Cleopatra bore of him was negative.
Lax had grown his posture as the seconds trickled past, chin raised as lavender depths diminished, slow the closure of lids. Fleeting the sigh that traced his lips, the warmth of the growing light at such a point worry was far from his mind. Always must an end be expected, no matter how she conducted herself almost instantaneous the change, sour grown the moment that seemed near enough perfect he may readily describe it as such. Narrowed the fine slither revealed between barely parted lids, her query one rather idiotic. Simple the answer she sought, one readily apparent should she engage her mind, though it seemed largely reserved for vitriol undeserved.
Unnecessary any answer he must give, the chance taken as another approached, voice smooth and lacking a bite he sorely wished it may hold. Of course it might not, the opinion of the vanguard one made apparent by the title Cleopatra bore, though he held no qualms with deeming her undeserving when her peer performed at a leave she did not. Unnecessary further time wasted upon her and about his vision turned, once more off guard caught. Surely by now he would have grown accustomed to the easy smile that often adorned Aesior's countenance, yet each only further addition to a curiosity he buried.
A stranger to kindness, to a manner gentle and endlessly sweet, touched by the cruelty life gives with too much fervour and yet maintained. Chin fell in a nod, preferred this wordless greeting, all the same brightened lavender by something he might not give a name as dismissed his worry. Short the life it was given, however, beneath confusion swallowed, quick the follow up that brought a stifled chuckle forth. Well he knew the first touches of attraction, not to a point affection may bloom within the fertile ground between. Not unkind was he and thus he would not speak in the manner Aesior grew blatant, unknowing in how his audience may well easily identify his behaviour, rather answered the previous query.
"Hunting, most likely, it has been too long since I had eggs and now is a good time for them." Matter of fact his tone, eyes turning away and once more his lids fell shut. There was the issue of locating a place that may prove suitable, he knew of some birds that nested in such terrain, though such a roadblock he would come to when it was time, the day new and the prospect tantalising enough to try.
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