06-30-2016, 10:42 PM
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It doesn't take long for the scent of another to filter across the air, putting pyro on high alert. He's expected this, he knew that lingering at the border would bring the inhabitants to him. If anyone lived here, that is. It wasn't uncommon for kingdoms to rise and fall - it was almost predictable. One would surge to the top and burn out like a star, just in time for another to peak with promise. Pyro watched these from afar, never participating.
The man approaches and introduces himself as king.
king.
Pyro is familiar with that title, he has knowledge of what it means.
If he were to know about his lineage, would the king let him stay? Pyro shifts uncomfortably, glad for his leggy frame. Not quite grown into his childish frame made him seem less imposing. His father wasn't imposing, but he caused enough problems. Did Pyro have that same mean streak? He didn't know.
"Pyroclast," he introduces himself, a sidelong smile tossed with it. "I was hoping to live here," he adds.
Silence follows.
The man approaches and introduces himself as king.
king.
Pyro is familiar with that title, he has knowledge of what it means.
If he were to know about his lineage, would the king let him stay? Pyro shifts uncomfortably, glad for his leggy frame. Not quite grown into his childish frame made him seem less imposing. His father wasn't imposing, but he caused enough problems. Did Pyro have that same mean streak? He didn't know.
"Pyroclast," he introduces himself, a sidelong smile tossed with it. "I was hoping to live here," he adds.
Silence follows.
pyroclast.
she was on fire last night / and i was breathing gasoline