eyes wide shut
04-16-2018, 10:28 PM
Dimitri has tracked the godforsaken this far... where was he now? Boreas, the continent. There was something very strange in his bones, in his blood, in his veins. The bastard prince, the bastard king. The very feeling, the title itself, that lives in his bones. That rides high in his head, burns brightly in his system. Everything is very strange, and everything... burns. Dimitri would burn them all. Everything. He would burn the entirety of this existence to the ground if that was what it took. Burning bright and hot, he moves across the ground of the redbud nook. Posture elegant and strong, moving brilliantly. Yes. Burning brilliantly. He's arrived at the nook with something ever so strange running through his mind. It was hunger, but not for food. Dimitri is not accustomed to being alone, not used to being entirely on his own. Sleeping alone, that was enough to drive a man mad. That was something he couldn't fight. The madness... ha. That was a fun one. Madness begets madness. Night was falling, and he was pleased. At least he had the night. At least he had his own thoughts. Despite everything, Dimitri was thriving. fear no brawl fear no scars |