Devotion
01-30-2014, 07:42 PM
His brow would raise curiously, leaning away from her touch, seating himself before the charcoal mistress with a near disbelief. Valhalla, gone? Interesting. ?One could only hope they were gone forever,? he would chuckle weakly, surprised features morphing back to that of his typical pleasure and cunning play, ?Unfortunately I doubt that is the case.? One had to be realistic, as dull and truly boring as the real world often was. He wanted to know where they went, and why they had left. But seeking their borders was as risky as it was a needle in a haystack. But no, he had idea?s, when the battle came for Azalea?s offspring they would be forced to answer. Perhaps then their scents would suggest of their now abode. ?Never to worry, soon enough they will be forced unknowingly to reveal their secrets,? he spoke with an eerie sense of dark desires, cocking his skull towards the woman, ?Thank you for your dedication to knowledge, miss allure. Is there any suggestions of life left on the plains at all?? |
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