i'm coming home
12-09-2014, 09:47 AM
He'd never known her hazel eyes could shine so hot and fiery, but there they were, eyeing him suspiciously as if she knew better than to believe him. She probably did know better, he wouldn't doubt it. She mentioned that this place didn't feel right without he or his father here, and for a moment he would glance around him at how empty everything seemed to be. “I don't suppose it will ever be the same again,” In that moment he missed his mother, perhaps more so than he missed his father. Isardis had certainly been awe-inspiring, but his mother had loved him with everything she had. She had been there every moment, every second of his existence - right up until her mind had been stolen from her by the plague. Even then she had tried to know him, had tried to understand - but in the end she failed. “Do you suppose.. he's gone?” It seemed almost foolish to think of Isardis as a mortal being. He had been so supernatural, it almost seemed impossible for him to die. No, he must have just disappeared - vanished into thin air like the enigma he was. That seemed a more plausible excuse for his absence. Kyarst rocked back onto his haunches, allowing his tail to curl around his hips. He wanted a moment more in this place, a moment more to pretend things were alright again - like they used to be. He would move on after that moment, he had to, they both did. “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.