I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me
He had never seen a crustacean before.
He’s not quite sure what to make of the island creature Aela had brought home with her. Handsome thing despite the strangeness and many legs so at least she was keeping in line with her defiant statement of the powerful and beautiful. Perhaps the term “Unique” was the word they should have gone with, it certainly fit Enoch. He had yet to meet with the other captive, the Island Chieftain. He wonders if Tephra has even noticed the raiding of it’s territories and smiles to himself, pleased if the ash-land was bothered. If they hadn’t noticed yet he is sure they will pay attention to what they do next. He remembers Bardot’s words, that Tantalize still lurked in the volcanic jungle. Somewhere. And he quickly shakes Tephra from his mind with a scowl as he approaches the two.
He can sense the captive’s distaste long before he hears it in his voice. Perhaps he should be offended but he isn’t. He’s sure he would find Ischia just as repellant if he was in the other’s shoes. That was the way of the world after all. Shrimp would always crave their oceans, fae would always delight in pranks, and whores will have their trinkets.
Enoch had come when the world was dying and he wonders (as his glittering red eyes travel from his whiskers to that unusual tail) if he had come closer to Spring if that distaste might have morphed into something more open-minded. As he finally ambles close enough, he snorts with amusement at the Seneschals last words and looks at her with his familiar smirk playing across dark velvet lips. “The last I heard the islands had only seabirds for company.” He drawls lazily, a long pointed ear swiveling in Enoch’s direction as the other keeps steady towards Aela. Quiet. Boring. There was only so much sun and sand one could take after all. All those grainy particles getting stuck in hard to reach places, who would willingly want that? Besides they had their own coastline here, if the crustacean got too homesick he could always crawl around the beaches there. “I’ll take my thanks now.” He says with a tilt of his gilded head, his blazing stare focused solely on their captive.
He’s not quite sure what to make of the island creature Aela had brought home with her. Handsome thing despite the strangeness and many legs so at least she was keeping in line with her defiant statement of the powerful and beautiful. Perhaps the term “Unique” was the word they should have gone with, it certainly fit Enoch. He had yet to meet with the other captive, the Island Chieftain. He wonders if Tephra has even noticed the raiding of it’s territories and smiles to himself, pleased if the ash-land was bothered. If they hadn’t noticed yet he is sure they will pay attention to what they do next. He remembers Bardot’s words, that Tantalize still lurked in the volcanic jungle. Somewhere. And he quickly shakes Tephra from his mind with a scowl as he approaches the two.
He can sense the captive’s distaste long before he hears it in his voice. Perhaps he should be offended but he isn’t. He’s sure he would find Ischia just as repellant if he was in the other’s shoes. That was the way of the world after all. Shrimp would always crave their oceans, fae would always delight in pranks, and whores will have their trinkets.
Enoch had come when the world was dying and he wonders (as his glittering red eyes travel from his whiskers to that unusual tail) if he had come closer to Spring if that distaste might have morphed into something more open-minded. As he finally ambles close enough, he snorts with amusement at the Seneschals last words and looks at her with his familiar smirk playing across dark velvet lips. “The last I heard the islands had only seabirds for company.” He drawls lazily, a long pointed ear swiveling in Enoch’s direction as the other keeps steady towards Aela. Quiet. Boring. There was only so much sun and sand one could take after all. All those grainy particles getting stuck in hard to reach places, who would willingly want that? Besides they had their own coastline here, if the crustacean got too homesick he could always crawl around the beaches there. “I’ll take my thanks now.” He says with a tilt of his gilded head, his blazing stare focused solely on their captive.
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@Aela
@Enoch
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