THEY SAY IT'S OVER AND I'M FINE AGAIN
Twins were a rare and wondrous thing. Except for Beqanna, where they seemed to be in abundance, and never without the other.
Grimdark was a twin, and was tired of being reminded about it.
He and his sister were no more alike than if they had been born to two separate sets of parents. The mere fact that they had shared a womb aside, Grim had no prior connections to his twin or this island. Instead he chose to venture far from here, where Allure had stayed close to home. He had grown very large--his silver body was thick and well-wrapped with rusty bands of color. Hazel eyes peered out through a thick mess of a dark grey mop of hair that fell in his eyes. Why he had come back here, to this god-forsaken island to which he had been born, and then summarily abandoned....he had no idea. Maybe it was Mother. Maybe it was Allure.
He has no idea what has transpired here. He does not care. His antipathy for most... well, anything keeps him from caring about pretty much everything. He is non-commital at best, and his voice is gravelly from lack of use. He prefers his own company, and if there is one thing Grim cannot possibly stand, it is stupidity. And so, usually he finds himself alone.
The warm sun washes over his body as he walks his way through the beach. Sand kicks up loosely over his body; the sound of voices on the horizon causes him to come out of his reverie. A lip curls when he sees that his sister is among them, along with two purple people eaters.
A wary smile is on his face as he steps back away from them, attempting quietly to turn away. He has not come right up on them, perhaps he can return to his solitude.
Grimdark was a twin, and was tired of being reminded about it.
He and his sister were no more alike than if they had been born to two separate sets of parents. The mere fact that they had shared a womb aside, Grim had no prior connections to his twin or this island. Instead he chose to venture far from here, where Allure had stayed close to home. He had grown very large--his silver body was thick and well-wrapped with rusty bands of color. Hazel eyes peered out through a thick mess of a dark grey mop of hair that fell in his eyes. Why he had come back here, to this god-forsaken island to which he had been born, and then summarily abandoned....he had no idea. Maybe it was Mother. Maybe it was Allure.
He has no idea what has transpired here. He does not care. His antipathy for most... well, anything keeps him from caring about pretty much everything. He is non-commital at best, and his voice is gravelly from lack of use. He prefers his own company, and if there is one thing Grim cannot possibly stand, it is stupidity. And so, usually he finds himself alone.
The warm sun washes over his body as he walks his way through the beach. Sand kicks up loosely over his body; the sound of voices on the horizon causes him to come out of his reverie. A lip curls when he sees that his sister is among them, along with two purple people eaters.
A wary smile is on his face as he steps back away from them, attempting quietly to turn away. He has not come right up on them, perhaps he can return to his solitude.
GRIMDARK
deimos x ea, dragon vision, twilight manipulation, twin to allure