10-25-2017, 02:15 PM
It wasn’t often that he saw shadows from the past. There had been a brief period of time among the darkness of his old home (that forsaken dip in the corner of the world) that he’d spent his days shoulder to shoulder with men he might have considered friends (the word sounded bitter on his tongue). It had been decades since he’d seen anyone close to that period of time in his life.
Yet she appeared, a daughter of the ghosts of his memories. He faintly remembered seeing her close to his flame-covered comrade. The trickster and the flamester had spent a pinch of time together, back when the world looked like his childhood (back when causing trouble was much more enjoyable, in fact). It had been interesting, back in the day - spending the days in the shadows of the valley and spending the nights creeping among the fearful. It had been exhilarating.
She paced like a madwoman and he watched from behind a shady tree (his shoulder leaning against the bark, his eyes tracing her path). The grass wore thin beneath her feet as her steps carried her one way and then the other. A young girl approached her and he watched that interaction as well. Perhaps he might have stepped forward brazenly and tossed his name to the sky like a flag (but that had been a younger version of himself - a more egotistical version of himself).
He moved slowly forward (gait lurching like he had walked up the staircase from hell) and paused before the pair of them. He might be considered an unnerving sight to them (lanky build, angular face, scarred body, multicolored eyes) but his gaze is too busy latched onto the golden woman. “Hush, child,” he whispers to the young filly. The trickster’s voice is a smooth tenor and his words to the girl are particularly laced with honey.
“Do you need something to soothe your mind?” His question is directed at the anxious woman while his stomach curdles with possibility.
Yet she appeared, a daughter of the ghosts of his memories. He faintly remembered seeing her close to his flame-covered comrade. The trickster and the flamester had spent a pinch of time together, back when the world looked like his childhood (back when causing trouble was much more enjoyable, in fact). It had been interesting, back in the day - spending the days in the shadows of the valley and spending the nights creeping among the fearful. It had been exhilarating.
She paced like a madwoman and he watched from behind a shady tree (his shoulder leaning against the bark, his eyes tracing her path). The grass wore thin beneath her feet as her steps carried her one way and then the other. A young girl approached her and he watched that interaction as well. Perhaps he might have stepped forward brazenly and tossed his name to the sky like a flag (but that had been a younger version of himself - a more egotistical version of himself).
He moved slowly forward (gait lurching like he had walked up the staircase from hell) and paused before the pair of them. He might be considered an unnerving sight to them (lanky build, angular face, scarred body, multicolored eyes) but his gaze is too busy latched onto the golden woman. “Hush, child,” he whispers to the young filly. The trickster’s voice is a smooth tenor and his words to the girl are particularly laced with honey.
“Do you need something to soothe your mind?” His question is directed at the anxious woman while his stomach curdles with possibility.
LOKII
lokii would be powerplaying cress in some minor ways (and jinju, if you're interested, sapphire) with some of his tricks if you're okay with it (: