10-07-2018, 02:44 PM
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Darrow passes into the kingdom of perpetual autumn, pausing just beyond the border to smile wryly. He too is in perpetual autumn color, and some of these ever-turned leaves even rival his coat in the vibrancy of their hue. He has been warned that this is a place suspended in this season of decline but seeing it is somewhat different. This had been a kingdom of darkness? Perhaps he could imagine it, as he delves into the deep shadows beneath the hardwoods. The bed of desiccated leaves on the forest floor is leached of the brightness they held when they hung overhead. He imagines that some kind of pollution has turned them forever from their greener nature. That would be quaint in a fairy-tale way.
Lepis had shown him the way, but a queen surely had better things to do than escort him here and there. Now he stood alone in a shadowy clearing. Were he in possession of greater vanity he might have been disappointed in the way the varying depths of shadow failed to show his carmine hide to an advantage. He could get used to a place such as this, a forest in which he could conceal himself and return to solitude as he wished. Though that is not his original reason for coming. He is a vagabond prepared to sign his name to a roll, but not quite ready to relinquish the unrestrained manner with which he lives his life.
He is not so bold to seek out a King, or to summon him. Though he does feel it is necessary to make proper introductions, and so calls out in the traditional manner, his masculine tones reverberating through the trees. I am here, but not to make trouble (yet). He didn’t usually make himself known when he crossed sovereign boundaries, but he was trying to change it up, wasn’t he?
Lepis had shown him the way, but a queen surely had better things to do than escort him here and there. Now he stood alone in a shadowy clearing. Were he in possession of greater vanity he might have been disappointed in the way the varying depths of shadow failed to show his carmine hide to an advantage. He could get used to a place such as this, a forest in which he could conceal himself and return to solitude as he wished. Though that is not his original reason for coming. He is a vagabond prepared to sign his name to a roll, but not quite ready to relinquish the unrestrained manner with which he lives his life.
He is not so bold to seek out a King, or to summon him. Though he does feel it is necessary to make proper introductions, and so calls out in the traditional manner, his masculine tones reverberating through the trees. I am here, but not to make trouble (yet). He didn’t usually make himself known when he crossed sovereign boundaries, but he was trying to change it up, wasn’t he?
Darrow
i've been a teacher and a student of hurt
i've kept my word for whatever that's worth
never been last but I've never been first
no, I may not be the best but I'm far from the worst