a life worth living

*Isardis* · 11-22-2013, 09:34 PM

It was rare that the sovereign would stray from his lands, but he often held a brittle sense of interest within the lands that surrounded. Rumours told that the Amenti queen had tossed herself from the ledge not so long ago, and Isardis held a frail, nauseating sense of delight in investigating the location of his own accord. A heavy mist hung to the cliffs edges, the ghost no more than a pale suggestion of scenery disfigurement as he would loiter against the threats of death. How did one toss themselves from reality? Although, he held a mild sense of understanding for Canttina?s efforts, she was afterall, burdened with the face of somebody else, and undoubtedly disturbed at mind. However, as if it was some form of regular event, the looming figure of a woman would hover dangerously close to her fatal plummet, and cautiously, however amused, Isardis would halt to watch. ?Are you going to jump, little ebony?? he chuckled weakly, skull moving from side to side in false pity, ?What a waste of a pretty face.? He couldn?t see her face, only the hips that swayed with a craving for demise, but it wasn?t essential.

[Image: TgW7k5D.png]

Login
Username:
Password:	Lost Password?
	Remember me