06-08-2015, 10:29 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
The meeting disperses slowly, though Nihlus doesn’t mind. Some questions – or rather, judgmental comments (the Brotherhood is really quite sassy you know) - were directed towards the realm-and-rabbit shifting male, though none were answered. Far more content was he to stare at his bark-lined legs, chest heaving, mind attempting to sort out what the fuck had just happened.
Errant encourages the midnight-bay to accompany Brennen to the Falls, to which Nihlus does not answer. Whence finally the Brothers have off-trodden, Nihlus gathers himself slowly, raising his head and lowering his heart rate. In the distance, he watches Brennen amble carelessly towards the boarder. Groaning internally – no, externally – the sinewy seventeen-hander set off at a brisk trot. In a matter of minutes, the two trundled along side by side, one incredibly lazy, the other exhausted.
"You would be hard pressed to guess where the hell I just came from.” Shaking his head, the boy falls silent, allowing the general to lead the way to this Falls place that Nihlus has never cared to think about.
They arrive shortly. Brennen is silent for a moment, eyes closing as though in a dream; Nihlus cocks a brow, rolling his own glowing blue orbs. Leaning into one shoulder, the dashing fool glances up to the sky and decides that it is too damn nice out.
When finally a diplomat comes to meet them, a constant rain is tumbling to their pelts, and the Tundraling’s expression is far jollier.
Errant encourages the midnight-bay to accompany Brennen to the Falls, to which Nihlus does not answer. Whence finally the Brothers have off-trodden, Nihlus gathers himself slowly, raising his head and lowering his heart rate. In the distance, he watches Brennen amble carelessly towards the boarder. Groaning internally – no, externally – the sinewy seventeen-hander set off at a brisk trot. In a matter of minutes, the two trundled along side by side, one incredibly lazy, the other exhausted.
"You would be hard pressed to guess where the hell I just came from.” Shaking his head, the boy falls silent, allowing the general to lead the way to this Falls place that Nihlus has never cared to think about.
They arrive shortly. Brennen is silent for a moment, eyes closing as though in a dream; Nihlus cocks a brow, rolling his own glowing blue orbs. Leaning into one shoulder, the dashing fool glances up to the sky and decides that it is too damn nice out.
When finally a diplomat comes to meet them, a constant rain is tumbling to their pelts, and the Tundraling’s expression is far jollier.
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
