08-22-2018, 12:18 PM
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[align=center][div style="width:455px;text-align:justify;font-family:nyala;font-size:8pt;letter-spacing:1px; color:#000"]( Define loyal: [sup]Adjective[/sup] Giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution. )
Here. / Here. / Here. / There, the young man stands by the border that belongs to the dagger grins and maddened minds with a hound, foot tapping against the ground. / One. / Two. / Three. / Where he is seems to match the blood used to write stories of the wolves who are born and raised to make their preys cry crimson. / It's disorder.
The Badlands.
He hums and shifts his gaze over to the creature who is sitting, yet, still shares a similar posture as him; system still and head high. / Iron teeth against tongue for a brief moment, he looks up once again and stares at the unknown. / It blinks, and he responds to it with a, ❝ Eidottnawi, or Eddie ❞, voice low and slow. / ❝ Joining. ❞
Cutting to the chase, and reality shivers.
( A warning there will be cutting of the blurry faces 'til no grace remains. )
Breathing, blinking, blinking, breathing, then, believing he sees there is a figure walking far ahead. / Tick, tock, and at last, it halts before him. / He raises his head a bit, his attention fully on the other man who breathes fire and burns glory gold. / A source of flickering madness. / He stares at his lips and narrows his eyes.
Mouth moving. / Moving. / Moving...
( WelcomeBadlandslookingforawkwardmistookflintlockkillkillkillkillkillkill... )
❝ ...Kill, kill, kill... ❞ / A breeze through the unholy land. / It's there, yet feels so close to nothing. / A meaning not known. / He–Eddie–lets it sink into his mind and says, ❝ Indeed, it would be, but, I assure you, I know what I'm doing ❞. / Expression and tone void of emotions, he notices a creature behind the Badlander.
Eyes still on the duo in front of him, his hand gently rubs the head of the Dobbermann who is about to be in a position–one that there is no such things as clean teeth and empty stomach. / At the meantime, he watches the mouth yet moving and moving and movingâ€â€Sheogorath and Thadon.
Until Eddie no longer senses the quivers from his companion growling, he pulls his hand away and nods. / ❝ Sheo..go..rath... Interesting name. ❞ / A comment hanging in the clouds. / Unclear. / Absent. / His attention mostly pours down on the German shepherd, as he crouch down and observes the beast. / ❝ Thadon... ❞
He releases a hum and gestures towards the relaxing Dobermann. ❝ This is Grim Grin. Though, if you can, excuse his hostility; he's not used to...being with anyone but me. Simply, will it take time for him to warm up with others unfamiliar. ❞ / He then stands and stares at the lips of Sheogorath once again.
Moving, moving, moving... / Then, it stops and leaves Eddie frowning. / ❝ Worm, worm, worm... ❞ he shakes his head. / ❝ Worm I will be, then. ❞ mutters Eddie. / His heart beats well still at the fact he can be part of the Badlands. / A Worm, yes, but put him in flames, and he will rise as a Phoenix. / A star, he will be.
At the question, Eddie simply responds, ❝ No, I have not; I personally don't find it...appealing ❞. / He furrow his eyebrows and stares at the ground, lips pursed. / Several seconds passes by, celestial gaze returns to the Proxy. / ❝ Though, in no doubt, they would explode, so at least there's something for me to see why one would think of the activity otherwise. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. ❞
Nothing but silver serenity spills from the now Badlander, Eddie. / If one manages to catch it, they would find interest of Sheogorath shimmering within his maroon eyes.
❝ Now, since everything has been settled in, ❞ says Eddie, patting his companion to let him know they're about to move again. ❝ May I have a tour around this place? ❞
( Oh, is he a fire Eddie will not mind chasing after it and let himself burn himself whole to be the rising sun. After all, this is what happens when solitude falls. )
Here. / Here. / Here. / There, the young man stands by the border that belongs to the dagger grins and maddened minds with a hound, foot tapping against the ground. / One. / Two. / Three. / Where he is seems to match the blood used to write stories of the wolves who are born and raised to make their preys cry crimson. / It's disorder.
The Badlands.
He hums and shifts his gaze over to the creature who is sitting, yet, still shares a similar posture as him; system still and head high. / Iron teeth against tongue for a brief moment, he looks up once again and stares at the unknown. / It blinks, and he responds to it with a, ❝ Eidottnawi, or Eddie ❞, voice low and slow. / ❝ Joining. ❞
Cutting to the chase, and reality shivers.
( A warning there will be cutting of the blurry faces 'til no grace remains. )
Breathing, blinking, blinking, breathing, then, believing he sees there is a figure walking far ahead. / Tick, tock, and at last, it halts before him. / He raises his head a bit, his attention fully on the other man who breathes fire and burns glory gold. / A source of flickering madness. / He stares at his lips and narrows his eyes.
Mouth moving. / Moving. / Moving...
( WelcomeBadlandslookingforawkwardmistookflintlockkillkillkillkillkillkill... )
❝ ...Kill, kill, kill... ❞ / A breeze through the unholy land. / It's there, yet feels so close to nothing. / A meaning not known. / He–Eddie–lets it sink into his mind and says, ❝ Indeed, it would be, but, I assure you, I know what I'm doing ❞. / Expression and tone void of emotions, he notices a creature behind the Badlander.
Eyes still on the duo in front of him, his hand gently rubs the head of the Dobbermann who is about to be in a position–one that there is no such things as clean teeth and empty stomach. / At the meantime, he watches the mouth yet moving and moving and movingâ€â€Sheogorath and Thadon.
Until Eddie no longer senses the quivers from his companion growling, he pulls his hand away and nods. / ❝ Sheo..go..rath... Interesting name. ❞ / A comment hanging in the clouds. / Unclear. / Absent. / His attention mostly pours down on the German shepherd, as he crouch down and observes the beast. / ❝ Thadon... ❞
He releases a hum and gestures towards the relaxing Dobermann. ❝ This is Grim Grin. Though, if you can, excuse his hostility; he's not used to...being with anyone but me. Simply, will it take time for him to warm up with others unfamiliar. ❞ / He then stands and stares at the lips of Sheogorath once again.
Moving, moving, moving... / Then, it stops and leaves Eddie frowning. / ❝ Worm, worm, worm... ❞ he shakes his head. / ❝ Worm I will be, then. ❞ mutters Eddie. / His heart beats well still at the fact he can be part of the Badlands. / A Worm, yes, but put him in flames, and he will rise as a Phoenix. / A star, he will be.
At the question, Eddie simply responds, ❝ No, I have not; I personally don't find it...appealing ❞. / He furrow his eyebrows and stares at the ground, lips pursed. / Several seconds passes by, celestial gaze returns to the Proxy. / ❝ Though, in no doubt, they would explode, so at least there's something for me to see why one would think of the activity otherwise. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted. ❞
Nothing but silver serenity spills from the now Badlander, Eddie. / If one manages to catch it, they would find interest of Sheogorath shimmering within his maroon eyes.
❝ Now, since everything has been settled in, ❞ says Eddie, patting his companion to let him know they're about to move again. ❝ May I have a tour around this place? ❞
( Oh, is he a fire Eddie will not mind chasing after it and let himself burn himself whole to be the rising sun. After all, this is what happens when solitude falls. )