Sixteen Candles

*Gerhardt* · 05-18-2013, 09:11 PM

Drums, constant drumming. He could feel his heart pounding away in his eardrums, threatening to erupt beyond the confines of his skull. He was sure it was mostly adrenaline, as he was slowly regaining his breath. It was obvious he needed to run more often, as steely eyes noted that the woman he'd been chasing was not winded in the slightest. How could that be? She was easily his age - or perhaps even older. Yes, most certainly older. He looked at her, her bodice splayed across the earth as she seemed to harbor a smile. Did she think this to be funny? The King certainly wasn't laughing. She was going to see Maverick? "What business have you with my son?" The icy lyrics dripped from his lips like venom. She quickly gave her name, Insomnia, and then told him that Maverick had talked to her about him. Gerhardt shook his head in disbelief, but quieted his vibrating lip and tense frame. Altogether he took a more pleasant demeanor, realizing that the woman genuinely appeared harmless.

It was then that the scent of Glaciem wafted across his nostrils, and he gave a look of disbelief. He'd just ran down an ally. "Forgive me, Miss Insomnia, I wrongly perceived you as a threat. I'm afraid my son and I haven't had much time to talk, I haven't heard anything about you." He rocked back onto his haunches, both because he needed a rest and because he didn't want to appear so domineering. He felt horrible for having commanded her to stop, but at the same time he knew that he hadn't done anything wrong. He was King around here, and deserved to know who was streaking through his territory like a bat out of hell.

"Speech"

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