07-21-2020, 05:55 PM
♛ SLEEP ON ME, FEEL THE RHYTHM IN MY CHEST, JUST BREATH. I WILL STAY SO THE LANTERN IN YOUR HEART WON'T FADE. —
This place was just lovely, wasn't it?
His purple eyes widened, staggered, then narrowed a bit, trying to turn his head away from the gentle caress of Worm. His horns complained, sparking with pain that flashed behind his eyes. A warning. The pride upon his head, the wide berth of his antlers. He cursed softly, barely moving his bound muzzle. The touch caused the fur upon his body to stand, that strange tail of his flicking. The spines slowly began to stand on end, their sharp points more than threatening. And yet, every mood the elkhorse made brought him closer and closer to that maw that Worm spoke of.
The amount of children that stepped closer may have unnerved him, if not for the fact that he knew where he was. The Pitt. Rumored to be torn asunder by his Captain, rumored to have been burned to the ground. He knew now, looking at this group of savages starting to swarm him, question his fate, that the tales told had grown old- there was a new trouble in town.
Somehow, he was in the middle of it.
But the discussion itself was what truly was spine-rising- food or slave. The more people came, the more people hungered. What, were they starved? Fuck, did he hope so. He hoped they were starving. But the more people that came, the less he wanted to speak, his muzzle shutting and purple eyes narrowing. His body shivered at the sight, however, of Silent. The strange stand, the.. the otherworldly look of it. It made his lips draw back. A cornered animal.
"Why. Why.. why me of all people?" He spoke, looking towards the collection of six before him.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #8186CC; font-size: 24px;"]— SAL. REYES ♛
#psychosocial.His purple eyes widened, staggered, then narrowed a bit, trying to turn his head away from the gentle caress of Worm. His horns complained, sparking with pain that flashed behind his eyes. A warning. The pride upon his head, the wide berth of his antlers. He cursed softly, barely moving his bound muzzle. The touch caused the fur upon his body to stand, that strange tail of his flicking. The spines slowly began to stand on end, their sharp points more than threatening. And yet, every mood the elkhorse made brought him closer and closer to that maw that Worm spoke of.
The amount of children that stepped closer may have unnerved him, if not for the fact that he knew where he was. The Pitt. Rumored to be torn asunder by his Captain, rumored to have been burned to the ground. He knew now, looking at this group of savages starting to swarm him, question his fate, that the tales told had grown old- there was a new trouble in town.
Somehow, he was in the middle of it.
But the discussion itself was what truly was spine-rising- food or slave. The more people came, the more people hungered. What, were they starved? Fuck, did he hope so. He hoped they were starving. But the more people that came, the less he wanted to speak, his muzzle shutting and purple eyes narrowing. His body shivered at the sight, however, of Silent. The strange stand, the.. the otherworldly look of it. It made his lips draw back. A cornered animal.
"Why. Why.. why me of all people?" He spoke, looking towards the collection of six before him.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #8186CC; font-size: 24px;"]— SAL. REYES ♛
LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO