11-06-2015, 10:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-06-2015, 10:17 PM by Nymphetamine.)
![]() Like a thorn to the holy ones It had been a trying few days and it was evident in the blood bay stallions eyes. Usually his pools were deep, rich...lively. Today, they seemed shallow, sunken...burdened. Nymphetamine had been all over these lands, figuring out what he was to do. He had wanted a simple life, some time to lay back after his long travels. That didn't seem to be the life the gods want for him. He was far from settled- and his life was probably only going to get more complicated. A smirk played across his maw as he thought about the life he was preparing for himself. The young stag was probably crazy for finding his situation exciting, fun even; it didn't take away from the worry and danger that accompanied the thrill. The young stallion decided that he needed something simple, pleasant and without the twists and plots that was everything else in his life. He thought back to the mare who had joined his conversation briefly, a smile crossed his maw. He was curious about her. She was sweet, but felt there was a bit of sass under her kind eyes. He allowed his long pillars to carry him to the meadow, he had told the fae that he would meet her here. He could only hope she would oblige him. The sun gleamed off his coat, making the red reflect even more than usual, the mahogany shimmering as the light danced off him. He smiled as the sun warmed him. He may not be a goody-light, but he did enjoy the warmth the light gave. His daggers had planted in an open area of the meadow, where he could be seen from most angles. There as little else to do but wait, but on the off chance she was waiting on the outskirts of the meadow he let me voice ring clear in deep tones, announcing to Keeva that he was here. Sweet fae I hope I didn't make you wait to long, for I may have to go find you....I don't think we were meant to simply pass He shook the thought away- for he didn't want to think about if he had made the mare cross with him. He had been as quick as he could but the journey he took for a private word was not quick. He hoped she would be understanding- though he didn't know if she would be when he would not be able to give here more than a vague reason. It was for her safety- as if his path continues this way- befriending him could be a danger, and he would protect her from that- keep her innocent of him, or at least his knowledge. OOC: was getting tired while writing this- it's a little weak sauce. x_X Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain.... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your lowliness I could always find the slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discoulours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine HTML Copyright To Tay. |
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