09-14-2015, 02:44 PM
i scrounge in the dark, digging up old memories of you and me
Demian hadn't heard from the Magician King since the day of his taking the throne. Eight's approval had been something he was almost proud of, for he had never wanted to cause ill feelings and thankfully the old king had known that. The jaguar king had been taking advantage of the time to himself, enjoying the sound of voices drifting along with the wind as he quietly strolled through the forests of the valley when he heard their voices. It had taken only moments but coming to a stop, he turned his head slightly, tilting an ear and smiling when he caught Gallow's statement. Her blunt and critical nature was always something he found to bring him entertainment, in the best of senses.
But instead of approaching right away, he stood there, listening for further conversation and ignoring the soft tug that the two magicians created just by standing out in the open for everyone to see. It wasn't until the silence had lasted long enough, in his mind anyway, that he turned his body and with light steps he made his way down the path towards the gathered trio. It was maybe only a four to five minute walk at most, but Gallows was the first to catch his eye. She may be plain in her own eyes, and maybe many others, but to the right one they would see that the lines etched in her face were years of wisdom.
A personality like her own was one that tended to draw others in, the good and the bad, whether in negative ways or positive, simply because she was so bold and full of sarcastic remarks that if paid attention to, could bring even the most serious of types some amusement. Plain as day in looks as she may be, to Demian, it was her personality traits and advanced wisdom and knowledge of life that made her quite unique and that's really what most were all about wasn't it? Finding the differences? Being the one who stood out most? Or am I wrong?
Quietly he approaches the once queen and steps up beside her, facing Eight and Camrynn. He had never met the magician queen before, but he had heard tales and rumors of her. The marks of her successes decorated her and with a small smile he tilts his head, studying her for a moment before looking towards the once king he somehow seemed to already know just well enough. "Hello Eight," a voice full of respect slips through his lips as he smiles and acknowledges the magician first. There is no mockery. No 'I'm better than you,' in his tone. No. Simply a tone full of what it was meant have.
Nodding slightly he turns his glowing spotted head to look at Camrynn, "Welcome to the Valley, I'm Demian." He doesn't introduce himself as anything more. He knows they don't need an introduction more so, and if one of them didn't already know what had happened, he was sure they would soon enough. He keeps his eyes on Camrynn, studying her for a moment before turning to look at Gallows and smirking in slight amusement. "You are not wrong with that statement."
But instead of approaching right away, he stood there, listening for further conversation and ignoring the soft tug that the two magicians created just by standing out in the open for everyone to see. It wasn't until the silence had lasted long enough, in his mind anyway, that he turned his body and with light steps he made his way down the path towards the gathered trio. It was maybe only a four to five minute walk at most, but Gallows was the first to catch his eye. She may be plain in her own eyes, and maybe many others, but to the right one they would see that the lines etched in her face were years of wisdom.
A personality like her own was one that tended to draw others in, the good and the bad, whether in negative ways or positive, simply because she was so bold and full of sarcastic remarks that if paid attention to, could bring even the most serious of types some amusement. Plain as day in looks as she may be, to Demian, it was her personality traits and advanced wisdom and knowledge of life that made her quite unique and that's really what most were all about wasn't it? Finding the differences? Being the one who stood out most? Or am I wrong?
Quietly he approaches the once queen and steps up beside her, facing Eight and Camrynn. He had never met the magician queen before, but he had heard tales and rumors of her. The marks of her successes decorated her and with a small smile he tilts his head, studying her for a moment before looking towards the once king he somehow seemed to already know just well enough. "Hello Eight," a voice full of respect slips through his lips as he smiles and acknowledges the magician first. There is no mockery. No 'I'm better than you,' in his tone. No. Simply a tone full of what it was meant have.
Nodding slightly he turns his glowing spotted head to look at Camrynn, "Welcome to the Valley, I'm Demian." He doesn't introduce himself as anything more. He knows they don't need an introduction more so, and if one of them didn't already know what had happened, he was sure they would soon enough. He keeps his eyes on Camrynn, studying her for a moment before turning to look at Gallows and smirking in slight amusement. "You are not wrong with that statement."
demian