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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
To be reduced, have even a fragment of what constituted him minimised within a fashion that would, no matter the finer details, be involuntary, a thought that had not crossed the threshold of his mind. He harboured no reason that may dictate such a strand of thought be necessary to ponder over within any capacity, well enough his station, acceptance all he gave it, grim within even this. Such was to question had he been the opposite, deemed himself worthy of more, wished for it as though he were a child once more threading wishes on the tails of falling stars.
There would be no pride in a resounding negative, unnecessary the shift in the other direction to one such as he. No good came from the attributes of a flesh that had failed him, hung his heart instead with wishes he could offer no fulfilment, his grandeur wanted in other ways. He could be as the ants that tread along the barren scape that was dotted with new sprouts pushing up thought he cracks and still carry that desire. Could be as grand as anything his mind may conjure, simple as it was, and still find himself crushed beneath the impossible.
Never might he understand that which plagued a mind fresh in reawakening, renewed in a cycle unending for the purpose may not dwindle until life had ceased, and cared not to pretend he had the capacity for it.
Alone may he bear the burden of knowing the cause that drew him forth, the fringes thriving beneath split shadow, silenced the passage of creek and river alike reduced to mere ribbons bisecting the land. Momentary his pause upon precipice, claws light in the sound they produced where they curled about rock, vision languid in traversing the landscape. Wasted enough time, suppressed the urge that played along the edge of his thoughts, a gentle utterance that hummed in a sweet voice as he continued. It was perplexing how a time of frame that seemed so meagre, and was within a direct comparison to the time he had experienced, might bring about such response.
Loose and slow the turn, ponderance over baseless notions that simply occupied as his progression continued, the conclusion sharp as chin rose, alarm briefly contouring his countenance. Wrong that which the breeze carried, presence lighter here where it whispered rather than cried with a voice he had grown fond of, decay and sickness, sweetness wound about a dark core that clung to his throat, tickling his senses. Gone it seemingly within the same instant it registered as present, confusion left behind, a piece of a puzzle unexpected thrust upon him. It seemed this day would not be geared towards more personal matters, ease allowing the abandonment of self inclined task, his progression continuing as curiosity overwhelmed.
For all that Vincent may have guessed may act as the end of this strange little mystery rather low upon the list, possibly not even on it, another creature. A stunning sight was he, though diminished in part as intent may not be gauged without confrontation, the possibilities too numerous for Vincent to allow his guard to lower. As such tense his posture as he completed his final steps, distance still present between though proximity would allow easy conversation, brusque his tone as he spoke. "You're on Golden Eye land, what is your business."
[/td][/tr][/table]There would be no pride in a resounding negative, unnecessary the shift in the other direction to one such as he. No good came from the attributes of a flesh that had failed him, hung his heart instead with wishes he could offer no fulfilment, his grandeur wanted in other ways. He could be as the ants that tread along the barren scape that was dotted with new sprouts pushing up thought he cracks and still carry that desire. Could be as grand as anything his mind may conjure, simple as it was, and still find himself crushed beneath the impossible.
Never might he understand that which plagued a mind fresh in reawakening, renewed in a cycle unending for the purpose may not dwindle until life had ceased, and cared not to pretend he had the capacity for it.
Alone may he bear the burden of knowing the cause that drew him forth, the fringes thriving beneath split shadow, silenced the passage of creek and river alike reduced to mere ribbons bisecting the land. Momentary his pause upon precipice, claws light in the sound they produced where they curled about rock, vision languid in traversing the landscape. Wasted enough time, suppressed the urge that played along the edge of his thoughts, a gentle utterance that hummed in a sweet voice as he continued. It was perplexing how a time of frame that seemed so meagre, and was within a direct comparison to the time he had experienced, might bring about such response.
Loose and slow the turn, ponderance over baseless notions that simply occupied as his progression continued, the conclusion sharp as chin rose, alarm briefly contouring his countenance. Wrong that which the breeze carried, presence lighter here where it whispered rather than cried with a voice he had grown fond of, decay and sickness, sweetness wound about a dark core that clung to his throat, tickling his senses. Gone it seemingly within the same instant it registered as present, confusion left behind, a piece of a puzzle unexpected thrust upon him. It seemed this day would not be geared towards more personal matters, ease allowing the abandonment of self inclined task, his progression continuing as curiosity overwhelmed.
For all that Vincent may have guessed may act as the end of this strange little mystery rather low upon the list, possibly not even on it, another creature. A stunning sight was he, though diminished in part as intent may not be gauged without confrontation, the possibilities too numerous for Vincent to allow his guard to lower. As such tense his posture as he completed his final steps, distance still present between though proximity would allow easy conversation, brusque his tone as he spoke. "You're on Golden Eye land, what is your business."
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