09-05-2016, 06:59 PM
YOU CAN STAND ME UP AT THE GATES OF HELL, BUT I WON'T BACK DOWN.
The air itself feels stagnant and hot from the sheer weight of bodies in such close proximity, and it leaves his nerves on fire with raw irritation. The uncertainty of the moving ground and the sheer magnitude of change causes his head to ache in a way it hadn't in some time, and the constant undertone of noise (voices, so many voices - some hushed, some bellowing) echoes in the depths of his mind. He presses forward, heavy legs carrying him through the dense stalks of greenery that waver so gently with a breeze he can barely feel, while his eyes of fire search - he can see over the many bodies, and his heart beats faster within his chest as he weaves through the mass of living, breathing bodies.
His breath catches in his esophagus as his gaze happens upon that of the blood bay, and his heart clenches within the iron bars of his chest. Nymphetamine, second-hand to none other than his own ally. Mirth bubbles forth from the heavy trenches of his own vexation, and his terse muscles pound more frequently over dense bone as he lopes along one hillside. At last, a small shred of quiet - but it is all but interrupted with the weight of his gruff voice, permeating the heavy air. "Nymphetamine! You seem well - at least, to say, unharmed. I cannot find any of the others, but I have been looking. Have you seen Killdare? His Queen? Eight and Topsail are well, and our alliances stand - we seek refuge; will you join us in our search?"
His breath catches in his esophagus as his gaze happens upon that of the blood bay, and his heart clenches within the iron bars of his chest. Nymphetamine, second-hand to none other than his own ally. Mirth bubbles forth from the heavy trenches of his own vexation, and his terse muscles pound more frequently over dense bone as he lopes along one hillside. At last, a small shred of quiet - but it is all but interrupted with the weight of his gruff voice, permeating the heavy air. "Nymphetamine! You seem well - at least, to say, unharmed. I cannot find any of the others, but I have been looking. Have you seen Killdare? His Queen? Eight and Topsail are well, and our alliances stand - we seek refuge; will you join us in our search?"
OFFSPRING