05-07-2016, 01:30 AM
sorry I took forever. also let me know if the falls thing isn't okay. <33
The petulant boy had grown up some.
The mint green and violet dipped boy had grown taller and sleeker. His Arabic blood could be determined by the slight dish to his face and how high he carried his ombred tail. But these weren’t near as refined as his mother’s features had been. He seemed to be growing taller every day and his muscles strengthened and became leaner.
He was on the delicate precipice between adolescence and adulthood.
Lestrade had survived the war unscathed. The mint green man (whose coloring strangely resembled his own) had secreted him away from this hated place and placed him secretly within the neutral folds of the falls’ embrace. He had been abandoned with a simple command to stay put until he was then quietly retrieved.
The boy had to reluctantly rely upon the wolf-man for he seemed to be the most stable figure in his life. After his violent separation from Azlyn, he hadn’t been the most approachable nor social during his stay here. Instead, he remained an outsider for the most part - completely uninterested in integrating himself within this kingdom full of psychos and weirdos.
So his petulance had evolved into a little bitterness.
It was certainly understandable, given his separation had been caused by a chamberling to begin with. But he remained ignorant of his mother’s fate – whether she had escaped from that frightening wall of fire or not. It was a memory he often relived; the heat of the flames looming overhead and the desperation in her voice when she cried out his name in alarm.
But time had tempered his instinct of sticking close to the border in hopes of Azlyn returning for him. He’s grown comfortable enough to venture out from the thick forest of pines every once in a while if he was sure there weren’t many other kingdom-dwellers out and about. He’s recently discovered a most curious thing about this place. If he ventured far enough into the clearing where the lone pine stood, he could feel a mysterious beat beneath his feet; almost as if an actual heart lay deep below the earth.
I'm telling these tears, "Go and fall away, fall away."
May the last one burn into flames.
May the last one burn into flames.
The petulant boy had grown up some.
The mint green and violet dipped boy had grown taller and sleeker. His Arabic blood could be determined by the slight dish to his face and how high he carried his ombred tail. But these weren’t near as refined as his mother’s features had been. He seemed to be growing taller every day and his muscles strengthened and became leaner.
He was on the delicate precipice between adolescence and adulthood.
Lestrade had survived the war unscathed. The mint green man (whose coloring strangely resembled his own) had secreted him away from this hated place and placed him secretly within the neutral folds of the falls’ embrace. He had been abandoned with a simple command to stay put until he was then quietly retrieved.
The boy had to reluctantly rely upon the wolf-man for he seemed to be the most stable figure in his life. After his violent separation from Azlyn, he hadn’t been the most approachable nor social during his stay here. Instead, he remained an outsider for the most part - completely uninterested in integrating himself within this kingdom full of psychos and weirdos.
So his petulance had evolved into a little bitterness.
It was certainly understandable, given his separation had been caused by a chamberling to begin with. But he remained ignorant of his mother’s fate – whether she had escaped from that frightening wall of fire or not. It was a memory he often relived; the heat of the flames looming overhead and the desperation in her voice when she cried out his name in alarm.
But time had tempered his instinct of sticking close to the border in hopes of Azlyn returning for him. He’s grown comfortable enough to venture out from the thick forest of pines every once in a while if he was sure there weren’t many other kingdom-dwellers out and about. He’s recently discovered a most curious thing about this place. If he ventured far enough into the clearing where the lone pine stood, he could feel a mysterious beat beneath his feet; almost as if an actual heart lay deep below the earth.
Lestrade
mint & violet son of lupei and azlyn.