[/table]
The weight the other carried was beyond him. Miriam was never one to dabble in responsibilities, call him selfish but the only person he cared for, was himself. Which spoke loudly as he hardly took care of himself, the lack of sleep, food, and social interaction. His life had been that of a scavenger, no, a pirate of the land. Taking from fortunate and less fortunate alike, but if anything kept him going it had been his wife. She loved him, he loved her, both equally as sinful and savage. He cared for her, but she was not a responsibility, she needed nothing from him.

Miriam startled as a voice stretched against the wind, child's laughter singing the fibers of his attention. Catalyst, Miriam blinked, he didn't have to salute or bow or some shit did he? And what's that thing around their neck? His metallic hues following the child from the muscular perch to the sand. Miriam hadn't seen a child in several years, he felt his blood sludge through his veins and his thoughts go stagnant. Was he good with kids? probably not. [b]" I don't share, but the beach isn't mine so... help yourself" Miriam snorted gently, a barrier in place so boldly but he couldn't help but crack a smile as he watched the child from the corner of his narrowed eyes. " what's the kids name?" he queried.

Soft and subtle footsteps, turning loose sand as they made their approach. Miriam's silver hues flicked to the red-head, 'who're you?' Miriam felt like a cornered wolf, and his only weapon was often his barbed tongue but his intentions weren't to be alone anymore. He made that clear when he joined the bloody group. " name's Miriam, ... what do they call you, carrot-top? " the sketching grunt pressed, sarcasm dripping from his tongue. Harmless, gentle, he was actually trying now.

// oml a baby <3 my heart!!!
[spoiler=INFO & INVENTORY]
- biography
personality — Valiant , Astute, Hard-bitten, Immoral, Kind, Receptive.
brief descrip.( ARTISTIC REFERENCE ) — 5'6'' medium-haired brunette with silver eyes, smothered in tattoos and scars. Golden-capped canines and adorned with finely crafted silver chain necklaces, bracelets, and rings.
weaponsspike-knuckled trench knife
throwing knives

inventory
[/spoiler]
[color=transparent]

[sup]HOUSE OF BASTARDS
BIOGRAPHYPINTERESTAESTHETIC
[Image: fhU8PJu.jpg]
Reply
run away from the humdrum — reintro, o
#4
[align=center][table]
Miriam K. Santivaro
deliverance through pain 
Topic Options
Forum Jump:


Messages In This Thread
Re: run away from the humdrum — reintro, o - by CALEDON. - 10-14-2019, 02:29 AM



Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)