Sweet child of mine
05-13-2014, 11:52 AM
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"Quit lurking." She would break the silence with a whisper, speaking just loud enough for he alone to hear above the rushing of water. He would move to approach her upon command, his massive leather and spike encased bodice becoming visible as he emerged from the brush line. His frigid amethyst glare would fall upon her form beside the river, and he would come to stand beside her, his protracted limbs bringing him to tower multiple feet over her. Blood crusted lips would wrinkle into a faint sneer, his ebony brows furrowing as he practically spat the words "WHY." with a boisterous grunt. Why would he choose to reveal himself when he could prowl concealed within the darkness of the shadows? Was the queen herself a moron too, or had she forgot the importance of camouflage? He would proceed to peer down at her, waiting for some sort of command to spill from her lips. Why else would she have called him here? Usually she shot him a glance and carried on with her trivial business. |