let's go crazy crazy crazy
05-16-2014, 10:59 AM
Leave it to Lysis to give him grief over a simple and completely true statement. He snapped his jaws shut audibly an inch or two away from her waving tail, chastising her for her sarcasm. Drashiel seemed fine, and so Kyarst would push a bit farther into the mud, to a point in which - if it were thicker in substance - he would not be able to free himself. But alas, the rains of late autumn kept the mud at a viscosity in which they could maneuver with little trouble. The blackened prince (as he saw himself) cocked an ear as Drashiel asked him the plan, and the majority of the attention turned to him. He smiled slightly. ?That is the beauty of being an Armada. We can do whatever we want.? Of course that wasn't the case, but arrogance forbade him from believing the alternative. ?Out here there are no prying eyes, there are no mothers treating us like children, warriors treating us like weaklings. Here - we are our own Kings and Queens. Here, we are free.? It sounded marvelous as it rang in his ears, resonating like trumpets on a silent morning. Tail flickered high, the tip caked in mud. ?Now, we should find something fun to do.? ?speak,? |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.