06-08-2015, 02:41 PM
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| Covet is not so omniscient as he was when he ruled the Dale. Those days - blissful, distant days - were of a much different Covet. Thankfully, really. Covet of the old was a rude, distant bastard that spent most of his time sulking and ordering others to die. Those were his glory days - the days of ruling kingdoms, striking fear. Now? Now his immortality has worn off and exposed the rust under the once shiny facade. His scars now look like sickly pock marks instead of the proud badges of an accomplished warrior. He walks with a strange gait, like the wounds of his past never truly healed.
Maybe they didn't. Maybe his immortality had been more of a bandaid over a bullet hole, and now the holes were much too big to cover. Still, Covet prefers the meadow these days, so he's there. He's wandering, taking a slow crawl that doesn't exacerbate his strange gait too much. His orange eyes are clouding, his forelock more tangled than usual - but he is still the same Covet. He recognizes Darking immediately and notes (with a hint of hilarity - another one?!) the filly at her side. His. It didn't take an advanced degree or a particularly sharp gaze to pick out one of Covet's children. He was, after all, a strange looking creature. "Darking," he greets. Her name brings memories of a young girl so many decades ago, ears flattened against her skull, spitting sin at him for killing Coca-Cola. Leading a rebellion. Failing. It's funny to him now to find himself in this position, staring at her without a hint of malice, the years written on both of their faces. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |