Marco Polo

ooc;; THAT TABLE IS BEAUTIFUL



The alabaster fae seemed nothing but pleased to see him. He was mildly surprised that she recognized him - it had been quite some time since their first and last encounter. While his face had remained the same, he had filled out just a bit more to his full size in the past few seasons. He was a true adult now, but the change had not changed him so much to be different. Granted, he was too unique in appearance to mistake for anyone else.



Killian approached her slowly as she rose to greet him, his companion trailing a few short feet behind him. His ruby eyes met her sapphire and he noted how opposite they were - she was a light colored wolf with a kind soul, while he was dark through and through. During this comparison he continued to ignore the tiny voice in his head that urged him to be kind again. It simply wasn't worth acknowledging, because he would never give in again.



The smirk on his face conformed with his tone as he spoke. It is good to see you as well, I suppose. But pray tell, what are you doing in the middle of the forest alone?






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THANK YOU CANTTINA!