Hang yourself around my neck
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Near eastern borders, mid-day


The jagged appearance of his ivory teeth behind ebony lips were so often on display these days. Perhaps it was time to long for the chaotic peace of Freetown. He hadn’t officially mourned at the funeral together with his family. Instead, he had crept along the shadows, watching orange flames devour Larkspur the Giant. Now he was all that remained, and he wished he had inherited his father’s jack-o-lantern eyes. But Pandemic had not been gifted colours at his birth, and remained black and grey.

The large D’Angelo’s muzzle was wrinkled with detest for the simple flint he held in his hands. His mission was merely to create simple, sharp flakes that could eventually be used as arrowheads and primitive knives. It was a pathetically aged method, but there wasn’t a whole lot of free metal lying around, and since he had found the flint, he thought he ought to use it. It wasn’t true practise, but it would do for now. Anything to redirect his burdened conscience.

Stormy eyes occasionally strayed to the comfortable currents of the river that embraced the majority of Salsola’s borders, but the dancing water no longer had the ability to soothe. Water ought to quench fire, but what did he know?


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U: Sorry for the wait, m'dear!


The scent that reached the maiden's snout sent a chill down her spine. Wander was out, cleaning hides and the like for the Boss while he was away. Posture had stiffened a bit as hark swiveled upon her head in an attempt to locate any sounds from the shadow beast that lurked both in locale and in the woman's psyche. Carefully, she stood, inhaling in small puffs to test the air, hark rotating, before locating that angered stormcloud. The energy he emitted was one of disturbance, an anger and an irritation. Despite her obvious distaste for the charcoal brute, Wander found herself inching to the male, quiet and insecure in her approach.

You're...- You seem distressed, she commented softly once she thought she had reached earshot. The dame wasn't entirely sure what to say, her limbs trembling in slight as she found herself rooted to her spot, unwilling to travel closer to the man who had previously knocked her unconscious and given her as a gift to a selfish king. As she stood, she found herself attempting to seek a capability to forgive the troubled male in her heart, though it wasn't coming easily..


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