06-05-2015, 01:57 PM
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| His bones feel like aching, brittle bits of glass beneath his thin, scarred skin. The lustre of his coat is gone, as is the blinding orange of his eyes. They are dull, foggy, clouded, strange. Covet transition to a true elder has been gradual since the birth of his twin daughter, gradual enough for the every day creature not to notice. His daughters, for instance, wouldn't quite notice that the man that greeted them as they fell out of their mother was not exactly the same one that stood before them now.
"If there's anything I can teach you," he says, his voice the same quiet gravel it's always been, though with an edge of age that wasn't always there. "It's to defend yourself." He takes them through the motions of defense, of attacks, of sparring. He means to impart whatever wisdom he can on them before...before... Hours pass and they are all tired, and only then does Covet allow them some rest in the shade of the spring day. For a moment he is content with them, his worries diverted from his sudden aging process. His heirs. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |