ICARUS IS FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN
02-16-2014, 08:42 PM
It appears I am late once again, he would comment mostly to himself. The sickly-looking albino boy would traipse onto the homeland his family had claimed - knowing full well he had not yet been returned officially to the fold. If my presence can be tolerated I would much appreciate a rank here, uncertain words would leave his tongue. If not I will take my leave. He was accustomed to feeling unwanted, it was his accursed life. Tail would curl tentatively as both ears folded back toward his spine. Nervously his tongue would flap against his lips, unsure how Virgil would take to his less than appealing presence. Why on earth would she want him around? Why would anyone want him around? He could offer little, other than his passion and intelligence - both of which were more often misguided than not.
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