01-03-2016, 01:50 AM
ugh sorry I'm so slow :|
Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
His presence seems unwanted, at first – pinned ears and direct eyes. But those dark eyes seem to almost instantly be drawn into the wispy tendrils flowing about his frame. He forgets sometimes how unusual this can seem to others. It was as natural as breathing air to him by now; he doesn’t take much notice to the way they cling to him or blur the lines of his solidness to the naked eye.
The shadow child doesn’t consider himself to be a curiosity as opposed to some of the more interesting people he has met. He’d much rather surround himself with others he found to be intriguing enough to consider his – completely disregarding his own talents at the same time. Michaelis was content to indulge in his hobby and remain free of the heavy pressures of true kingdom life and the struggle for power. He’d rather remain behind the curtain, in the dark where he now belonged, and provide the support needed for his chosen ones to succeed in life.
He acknowledges her soft ‘hello’ with a small dip to his head and his mismatched eyes watch curiously as she makes the decision to invade his space instead. She is overly cautious, but he couldn’t blame her for that. She was alone and he was surrounded by a seemingly dark aura of shadows. She was smart to be wary and he calmly stood still for her inspection, but not without a bit of amusement twinkling in his eyes of warm brown and golden yellow.
The tendrils are swift to try and hide him away from what they considered to be prying eyes, but he was merciless in banishing them from his side. Now they sadly flickered every once in a while along his body in desperate attempts to remain at his side. But he wouldn’t put up with unintended aggressiveness towards those he found interest in pursuing for his treasure hoard. One cowed tendril attempted to make amends and twirled down along his cheek to the bridge of his muzzle and the shadow child extended his face towards her – an invitation to further investigate if she so wished.
“Michaelis.”
Michaelis
( The Shadow Child )
And what's the worst you take from every heart you break? And like
the blade you stain, well, I've been holding on tonight.
His presence seems unwanted, at first – pinned ears and direct eyes. But those dark eyes seem to almost instantly be drawn into the wispy tendrils flowing about his frame. He forgets sometimes how unusual this can seem to others. It was as natural as breathing air to him by now; he doesn’t take much notice to the way they cling to him or blur the lines of his solidness to the naked eye.
The shadow child doesn’t consider himself to be a curiosity as opposed to some of the more interesting people he has met. He’d much rather surround himself with others he found to be intriguing enough to consider his – completely disregarding his own talents at the same time. Michaelis was content to indulge in his hobby and remain free of the heavy pressures of true kingdom life and the struggle for power. He’d rather remain behind the curtain, in the dark where he now belonged, and provide the support needed for his chosen ones to succeed in life.
He acknowledges her soft ‘hello’ with a small dip to his head and his mismatched eyes watch curiously as she makes the decision to invade his space instead. She is overly cautious, but he couldn’t blame her for that. She was alone and he was surrounded by a seemingly dark aura of shadows. She was smart to be wary and he calmly stood still for her inspection, but not without a bit of amusement twinkling in his eyes of warm brown and golden yellow.
The tendrils are swift to try and hide him away from what they considered to be prying eyes, but he was merciless in banishing them from his side. Now they sadly flickered every once in a while along his body in desperate attempts to remain at his side. But he wouldn’t put up with unintended aggressiveness towards those he found interest in pursuing for his treasure hoard. One cowed tendril attempted to make amends and twirled down along his cheek to the bridge of his muzzle and the shadow child extended his face towards her – an invitation to further investigate if she so wished.
“Michaelis.”
( The Shadow Child )