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line them up, lions on them. - yadigar - 07-16-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. He has reached the dismal conclusion that his wing is, in fact, broken. He keeps it tucked close to his back with little interest in moving the limb for the time being. Eventually, his father will find him here regardless of whatever barrier shrouds the northern region now. He has stared into the depths of his father’s jaws and seen that there is neither floor nor ceiling to his rage. Yadigar stands in the clearing of Nerine where the cold wind caresses his face. Though he cannot see it, he keeps his gaze fixed on the borders of this kingdom. He must be ready. Each day, he gorges himself on the sheep and other prey animals that call this place home. Their blood brings him no sense of satisfaction but rather a gnawing dread in knowing that their life fuels his own. The more he devours, the larger he grows. When Ghaul finds a way to tear down their walls, the Pangean prince will be ready to answer his war cry with one of his own. His ears turn forward when he notices a figure approaching. It lacks wings and stands a bit shorter than his father, yet he remains tensed with his healthy wing spread slightly. There are many who put their faith in the promises of glory and victory that Pangea offers. He can trust no one. Yadigar decides he must not give the impression that he is fearful of the stranger. He swallows the nervous lump in his throat and lifts his chin, takes a few steps forward in feigned confidence. “I don’t recognize you,” he begins, tilting his head as he observes him. “I am Yadigar, the misplaced prince of the east.” Then he laughs at his own joke and he is surprised at how genuine it sounds. RE: line them up, lions on them. - Dacian - 07-31-2020 you have forsaken all the love you've taken Dacian your body's aching, every bone is breaking @[yadigar] RE: line them up, lions on them. - yadigar - 08-12-2020 YADIGAR there’s a hole in my chest but it’s mine, baby, it’s all i got. He smells the smog as it seeps from Dacian’s mouth. A part of him reflexively bristles at the scent and he thinks the worst, but he keeps control. He does not even stir on the outside. Yadigar has to continue playing this part a while longer before he can show his hand. So he gives a light nod instead when the other eastern resident points out they have not met. This one doesn’t seem to know who Gar is and it eases some of the tension from his muscles to hear realize it. “Dacian. Always a pleasure to meet another member of the Cove” he offers with no sign of joy at the words. He tilts his scaled head at the pause that lasts a little longer. He doesn’t know the name off the top of his head, so he can only offer a light shrug of his shoulders. “As far as I know, I’m the only member of the east here.” It is a lie, but Cirilla and Tarte are certainly not the one he’s looking for. “Do you breathe fire, Dacian?” he asks, and the question hangs in the air, loaded between them. His blind eye remains trained on the other’s face despite the way it cannot see. Slowly, it awakens and foretells a hundred different ways this talk could go. Most of them end in fire, a few in the cold spray of the sea. Yadigar has learned to be still while the scrying eye shares its secrets. He wonders which path they’ll walk down but he says nothing more. RE: line them up, lions on them. - Dacian - 08-24-2020 you have forsaken all the love you've taken Dacian your body's aching, every bone is breaking @[Yadigar] |