05-28-2015, 02:36 PM
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| How strange, thinks the orange eyed man, as the shadows abandon him for the quickest of moments. They're remnants of his rule in the Dale so many decades ago, when the shadows were his only true friend. They allowed him to move about in relative secrecy and expected nothing from him. They cloaked him, stroked him, and catered to his ego whenever it were bruised. Really, the shadows were the most consistent thing in the old man's life. And they leave him fleetingly, jumping ship in favor of... The stallion says his hellos, and Covet is instantly intrigued. This - child? - brings forth such a response from his dear friends. His eyes are mismatched, greeting Covet's own orange ones with calm ease. He dares not blink, instead forcing his eyes open to watch the other as he approaches. "Hello," he returns. "Come to visit a statue?" He is referring to himself - old, revered, cracked. |
got a long list of ex lovers they’ll tell you i’m insane |