01-21-2008, 08:26 AM
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| Tamerlane blinked back down to the food in his hand to allow the stranger her moment of involuntary expression. At least, he assumed it was involuntary — her silky ears flattened swiftly, and no pleasure could be seen upon her young face. There was nothing ambiguous about the toneless reply it is a reminder — a reminder of something horrific, of course; and not a something that Tamerlane was interested or involved in. As the question was returned, he replied likewise, but this was just one of the many, many truths surrounding his markings. The tall Luperci took another bite of the meat, licking blood briefly from his rugged chin, before he placed the carcass on the rusty dashboard of the car. His eyes were on the rough, jagged horizon; a thousand miles away, and yet simultaneously only a few hundred yards from where he sat. Things that had been made and destroyed by humans were surrounding them. It’s left such blatant remnants, hasn’t it, he mused, the all-embracing catastrophe that was human life. |