ardent

carpe noctem



Roman

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Light
posts
11
player
04-16-2019, 05:31 PM (This post was last modified: 04-16-2019, 07:45 PM by Roman.)

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE OUT OF WORDS, A CAGE FOR YOUR OWN BIRD?

Statuesque figure would slip into the realm, monochromatic form masked by the darkness of night. Brilliant gaze sought to survey the land, seek out a space in which to carve out his own little paradise. Elegance exuded from his chiselled physique, displaying svelte musculature and finely carved anatomy. Pallid banner swept listlessly across equally pale heels, eyes narrowed in concentration as he examined the landscape stretched out endlessly before him. From this height, he felt close to the king he deserved to be. Auds shoved forward, he drank the sounds of the night. Not even the chirp of crickets to disturb the soft rustle of grass, rolling in waves from the breeze.

There was the stench of wolves, strong as it had been within the confines of the kingdom. There was certainly a pack nearby, and the male intended to avoid it. No need to step on toes, not so soon into his exploration. Powerful paws swept in rolling strides across the clifftop, investigating the area he'd discovered. The soft aroma of wildflowers did nothing to disguise the presence of a large pack nearby, though it was a pleasant distraction. Herculean form approached the cliff's edge, and his icy gaze dropped to the shore below. Infinitely small, the pale strip of sand was devoured by rhythmic waves that beat against the land. No one would survive a fall to the ground below, should they take a tumble from this point. The rock face was something to behold, glinting in the pale light of the moon. Small specks of minerals glittered in different hues along its vast expanse.

A low hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by the sight of the brilliant cliffs. As his gaze roved the broad swathes of stone, he spotted a single, unbroken path to the shore. Well now, wasn't that something? Soft footfalls drew the male closer to the jagged ledge where it began its descent towards the ground below. Perhaps he would take a stroll, and waste a few hours making the trip down. At least, once he was finished with his exploration of the heights he'd achieved.

WHEN IT SINGS SO SWEET

THE SCREAMING, HEAVING, FUCKERY OF THE WORLD?


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