there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
An insulted looks overruns Nihlus's overly coquettish one when the few-spot stallion basically rejects the child's powers. Too much rain, here? Scowl. There could never be enough of him, in case you have not yet guessed by the way he announces his presence in every new situation. He is the rain. He is everywhere.
"Indeed I must disagree. But no matter." The curl in his voice has turned to rather more of a twist, one which tastes rather sour in his mouth. "I shall leave you to your incorrect opinions." God, he's a smooth talker. Honestly, he's rather surprised with himself. The rudeness of his words is a first happenstance; usually they are queer, though lovely and dreadful. He's never been outright impolite, for his suggestions of killing oneself have always been in good stead. He figures that he shan't tell this Kreios to do any such thing, for it certainly shall not be in good stead.
"If you are only right here, you must have a very boring life." He states, raising a quizzical - and hypothetical - brow. "Surely you have been elsewhere. I am also in the Valley, and the Meadow." Sinking into his hip, Nihlus chuckles darkly. "Or, if you prefer, I have been there, and shall return there again. My parents live in the Valley, though Mother often visits here. Noori, she is." I grin at the mention of er beloved name, overriding whatever the stallion beside me might say in response. "Because of her and father Magic, - or Eight, as you may know him - I am a prince five-fold."
Ah, but my darling Nihlus, you have so much to learn. If only you knew of your true parentage, then you may never halt your bragging; you are, in fact, a prince seven-fold, and only in the previous three generations. Alas, blood truly is meaningless. But hell, he'd be damned if he wouldn't shout his royalness to the world. As I said, plenty to learn, dear boy.
"Indeed I must disagree. But no matter." The curl in his voice has turned to rather more of a twist, one which tastes rather sour in his mouth. "I shall leave you to your incorrect opinions." God, he's a smooth talker. Honestly, he's rather surprised with himself. The rudeness of his words is a first happenstance; usually they are queer, though lovely and dreadful. He's never been outright impolite, for his suggestions of killing oneself have always been in good stead. He figures that he shan't tell this Kreios to do any such thing, for it certainly shall not be in good stead.
"If you are only right here, you must have a very boring life." He states, raising a quizzical - and hypothetical - brow. "Surely you have been elsewhere. I am also in the Valley, and the Meadow." Sinking into his hip, Nihlus chuckles darkly. "Or, if you prefer, I have been there, and shall return there again. My parents live in the Valley, though Mother often visits here. Noori, she is." I grin at the mention of er beloved name, overriding whatever the stallion beside me might say in response. "Because of her and father Magic, - or Eight, as you may know him - I am a prince five-fold."
Ah, but my darling Nihlus, you have so much to learn. If only you knew of your true parentage, then you may never halt your bragging; you are, in fact, a prince seven-fold, and only in the previous three generations. Alas, blood truly is meaningless. But hell, he'd be damned if he wouldn't shout his royalness to the world. As I said, plenty to learn, dear boy.
Nihlus
rain manipulating son of Sinder & Noori
