Ravin
05-03-2025, 03:15 PM
‘Queens do nothing for fun.’
Ravin, who happens to know another queen, would usually agree.
He is not thinking about queens though. He is not thinking about much at all. He is too busy staring at the way her face has caved in, then at the tiny little worm wriggling in what was left of the skin below her nearest eye. He has never seen such a thing before, but he is too fearless, and leans closer.
When satisfied he draws back, a scowl having settled onto his handsome golden face.
I don’t like that, he is about to tell her.
His mouth even opens a little, the words ready to spill across blue lips.
Though still often thoughtless, Ravin had been berated for rudeness often enough as a young child to hesitate, and as he does, he realizes what he had not before, lost in fascination as he was. Her voice had not sounded in his ears.
The frown on his face remains, but rather than disturbed it becomes suspicious, his eyes narrowing as the thought of danger finally crosses his mind.
“What’re you queen of?” He asks, deciding it would be best to know what kind of monster he is dealing with if the thing in front of him turns out to be a monster. She’s probably a queen of ghouls, he thinks, ruling over the dead and here to… Well, he’s not quite sure what a ruler of the dead might be doing in the Meadow.
ooc: sorry it took 84 years!
Ravin, who happens to know another queen, would usually agree.
He is not thinking about queens though. He is not thinking about much at all. He is too busy staring at the way her face has caved in, then at the tiny little worm wriggling in what was left of the skin below her nearest eye. He has never seen such a thing before, but he is too fearless, and leans closer.
When satisfied he draws back, a scowl having settled onto his handsome golden face.
I don’t like that, he is about to tell her.
His mouth even opens a little, the words ready to spill across blue lips.
Though still often thoughtless, Ravin had been berated for rudeness often enough as a young child to hesitate, and as he does, he realizes what he had not before, lost in fascination as he was. Her voice had not sounded in his ears.
The frown on his face remains, but rather than disturbed it becomes suspicious, his eyes narrowing as the thought of danger finally crosses his mind.
“What’re you queen of?” He asks, deciding it would be best to know what kind of monster he is dealing with if the thing in front of him turns out to be a monster. She’s probably a queen of ghouls, he thinks, ruling over the dead and here to… Well, he’s not quite sure what a ruler of the dead might be doing in the Meadow.
ooc: sorry it took 84 years!