long, hot summer
03-12-2015, 01:57 PM
Kyarst liked to consider himself a rather perceptive man, and in the company of Revenge he found himself worried he'd crossed some invisible boundary in casual conversation. He wasn't used to folks like Revenge, and so he had thought to ask if he had somehow managed to insert his foot into his mouth without knowing it. It seemed that he had, when Revenge answered with a so-so affirmation. 'Kind of'. Now what exactly did that mean? Kyarst allowed his emerald gaze to be found by the lighter man, ears pricking as a relative was mentioned. 'One of the pups'... and 'Bellona'. The name was only moderately familiar to the dark Armada, and he found himself hating how large his family had grown and how widespread they all were. Who did Bellona belong to again? Revenge looked away as an omen of the news to come, and all too soon saddening news would fall from his lips. Bellona was dead. Of course he hadn't said it that way, per say, but Kyarst knew what he meant. "Bellona," he repeated, though there was an uncertainty in his lyric. He felt ashamed for not knowing her, and yet how could he feel bad for not keeping up with every one of the Armadas? There were nearly a hundred now - or so it seemed. "I know I must look a fool, not even knowing my own family.." He hated looking like a fool. He sought Revenge's gaze, asking a question he hoped the man might know the answer to. "Who's child was she?" He didn't dare ask what happened, not yet. Part of him didn't even want to know. It had been hard enough hearing about Drashiel and Roman. How much death plagued the Armadas? He found his countenance darkening as he thought about it. "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.