04-16-2015, 09:40 PM
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| Lately, Covet has thought a lot about death.
No, not his own. Well - partially. See, many MANY years ago he wandered upon a mare that could speak to death. She could see death. And Covet, a curious young man, wanted to know when his death would be. She prophesied a long, long time in the future. To a heartbroken, failed king this answer was unacceptable. He wanted nothing more than to die in the snowy Tundra shortly after Sage did. He didn't care about Aranea having a father, he didn't care for anything. He wanted only his own end. And now Aranea is gone. He's given up hope the orange eyed child will meet him here in the Valley, in her land. Instead, he's found other friends. Old friends. Eight and Librette and Vampyric. The world has a funny way of coming full circle and landed on Covet like a house on the wicked witch. It occurs to him, then, that his legacy will end with her. No heirs. No children of worth, except Aranea. And she was sterile. His line, he realized, ended with him. Was it a lack of acceptable mate? He only had one child with Sage. All other mates he found wanting. Of all the women in his life Librette and Myrina were the only ones of worth. Myrina disappeared into the night - Librette stood just a few feet in front of him. And breeding season was soon. "Librette," he greets through the dark shadows, knowing she's alone. "You look..." he pauses, though not as a stallion that is overwhelmed would. More a seedy liar searching for a semi romantic gesture. It's his corsage on prom night, with the only intention of getting some afterwards. "...clean today." Yes, clean. She does. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |