12-15-2007, 02:34 PM
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| Tamerlane was not one for meaningless small-talk. After all, his first words to Josiah had been musings of ghosts and likelihood of their own parts to play. So he actually ignored the handsome male when said creature decided to dip into the lowest level of small-talk: Is it nice there? Tamerlane leant against the wall and gazed up into the rusty struts of the black ceiling. I know so little of these packs of 'Souls. I've hustled more and more knowledge, but there is simply so much to know... are you a member of a pack with a chronicle worth hearing? he asked, pierced ear perked curiously in interest. |