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[O] | rain weeps o' his halls

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
9 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
0 crystals
9 posts

Skaug

Quad quartz visionaries peered through the Red Wood Trees with a distance only found in the hallowed. A snort jettisoned from his nostrils at the stray thought. Hallowed. Used to described the broken, the beaten, and the damned, those who would never see grace or feel content as others do. But, was he not those very words? Once a man who had been born in the primitive clans of the Outlands but since has shed all remainders of that life. Once he had been a man who had adopted then followed his younger sister into whatever danger she found but now... Skaug's obsidian nostrils flared red with a billowing snort, and his rack of horns shook in attempts to shoo the memories. But he couldn't, could he?

Because now he had lost her. Grenlid had been forever an enigma, but now her soul had ran down paths he could not follow; he dared not follow. Once he had been a man of honor and courage standing with a heretical herd and found reprieve in the company of their second, but now he was alone with a bleeding heart. It had been wounded by his dismissal, and with the loss of his sister it had all but frozen. A dark ice had eclipsed it's warmth and the cold seemed to seep into the very flow of his veins. Leonine tail lashed behind him, again a futile attempt to stifle his wandering mind's eye. Images of all those faces ricocheted in his mind, each one only a second before moving on.

He threw his weight back into his hinds, pelt pulled taught over tensed muscles. Seraphim wings spread amongst the monstrous redwood surrounding him, testing the lack of current here simply to occupy his thoughts as his muzzle dug into his chest and he lipped absently at the buckle clasping his bear pelt cape to his shoulders. Finally, those thoughts faded. He forced them, shoved them down into the recesses of his mind, compartmentalizing them so that they may never both them again (hardly). All four of his eyes blinked, and his pupil lacking orbs finally studied where he had ambled. Vision rose up the high branches of the trees, some all but having shed their fiery autumnal leaves so that their gnarled fingers reached desperately into the melancholy sky. There was only one forest in all of Fimbulvetr that had redwood, and it was vast and nestled into the center of the country. Blinking into the clouds, Skaug smelled the air a moment, felt the moisture in the air. It could rain.

As if rehearsed a droplet of rain water splashed into the rivers of his facial scars. He could feel it slither down the canyon, staining his dark mask further. Audits fell back as another droplet slapped his chest. The steady patter of a faint rainfall upon leaves rose in volume, and Skaug pushed himself further despite no desire lying ahead of him. It was his curse to be forever a man without purpose, a man burdened to travel the realms alone. As the damp forest swelled with the rain water, the lone stud's heavy hoof falls carried him through the crimson trees, visage held low and wings held on high for extra protection from the rain. Could he try and hole himself up in the realms of the Houses? Of course. But the beast felt no draw to them, and while their denizens would huddle together to weather the storm, the beast would continue on. What else was there to do?


WC: 592
Tagged: Open!


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Nevermore

Regent
Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
350 crystals
20 posts

All things are working for my good

The scent of rainfall flooded his senses as it drown out all other surrounding smells. Nares flaring wide the dark beast drank it in, judging how long it would be before those first few droplets decided to kiss his ebon surface. Rain. The very element brought back a tidal wave of memories. The soft pitter patter reminding him of days spent with his master, his father, rehearsing his teachings. But the most prominent of all those happened to be the death of stallion that created him. The brute remembered it vividly, as if no time had passed to make the details fade. He endured a storm so harsh it was as if the very skies above mourned the passing of the alchemist.

There was a deep resonating hum vibrating deep within his vocals, sounding more like the creaking of an old boast at sea. Pupiless visionaries blinked slowly as he willed himself to push the haunting memories aside. Centuries has passed since that incident and no amount of waiting would change the alchemists fate. A steady beating of his vast wings allowed him to continue his glide high above the land. Talons remained tucked close to his body to preserve some semblance of heat. It was strange, these lands. Before his passing under the tree he was like a walking corpse. He could feel no pain, temperatures like boiling heat and freezing cold held no dominion over him.

Now his very bodice was warm to the touch. He could feel those aches and pains, the extremes of warmth and coolness. It was as if the lumbering bifrost had sapped away his immortality itself. A single droplet of rain graced his visage, sliding down the length of his muzzle. Squinting he gazed toward the sky, it was time to descend. Looking below into the forest Nevermore prepared to land. Upon reaching the earth he landed hinds first before allowing his mighty talons to come forth and lay claim to the ground. There he noticed another equine. The stallion looked as if he were preparing to take flight but for whatever reason decided against it.

For the time being the beast simply watched the stranger, choosing to stick to the shrouds of shadow. Studying him like some sort of unnatural creature. He needed to learn, for he knew nothing of these lands. A shiver racked his hide and for a moment he mentally cursed this new feeling of cold caused by rain. The stallion used his wings to shield himself and Nevermore mimicked the action, finding relief in the new found protection. What else could he learn from him? Following behind the hulking stallion he licked his lips, broad forked tongue running across long needle teeth. Stranger, where dost thou stay? He asked, Romanian accent soft and enticing. Perhaps he would be kind enough to share his dwelling place, a nice castle to wait out the storm brewing? I seek shelter...

tag: Skaug // notes: Notes go here
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Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
9 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
0 crystals
9 posts

Skaug

Was an empty mind any better than one stuck in a melancholy rut? Skaug wasn't sure. An absent mind seemed to echo in deafening silence, crushing him under the weight of an entire world. Devoid of images of those he had cared for - dare he say loved? - he was lost to a blank slate. All that echoed in his mind's eye was the rhythmic cadence of his hooves slapping against the moist forest floor and the soft pattering of the rain as it engorged the terrain. It was truly an advantage, in hindsight. Entirely focused on the auditory stimuli around him (the scurrying of a squirrel up a tree yonder, the creak of some of the mighty trunks in the soft gales), he heard another's wings as they descended into the canopy. Skaug didn't immediately react, no. Audits did flick back and listen to the peculiar sounds as the other equine - he assumed, for he had no looked, and the rain masked any form of scent in the area - struck earth and found himself curious. His own descent had a vastly different approach: he was far more haphazard. His weight pummeled to the ground, whereas this stranger was attentive.

Considering his own flight patterns brought attention to his wings and how heavy they were becoming in the rain. While most of the droplets rolled down the shafts and trickled off the tips of the feathers, others still clung in the down and attempted to weigh the seraphim extremities to the ground. A heave of his back and shoulder muscles sent the wings into one conscious, snapping flap to rid himself of what rain he could, but there was not much relent. Mud splattered up upon his white stockings on his hinds, nearly obliterating their color, and would have had they not stretched so high. The bear pelt tumbling across his back thankfully bunched up twixt his four feathered protrusions, and kept it from being sullied as well. If there was anything he despised more, it was maintaining the cloaks cleanliness. Rustling reminded Skaug of his stranger companion, and finally, the stud drew to a halt. If he wished to follow him silently through this woods, Skaug would have no more of it without acknowledgement. A dark umber against the redwood, the bulking stallion rolled his shoulders and stood with his carriage lifted. His visage rose so that all three gashes of his white facial markings glared in contrast against the obsidian of his mask. Eerie quartz eyes slid through the wet forest behind him, his wings still held high and, almost to make himself appear larger (not that he needed the help).

You never knew if strangers were friends or foes, and Skaug felt that his prowess might as well be displayed to ward off any ne'er-do-wells.

And perhaps his elevated carriage was of aid, for the inky creature that stepped from the underbrush, soaked to the very core, took the crown of height - but not by much. Skaug's gaze could not help but fall upon the scaled forearms, with the arching talons that lacerated the water logged grounds with ease. A single hark fell backwards into the tangles of his mane, and he wondered if this beast thought him prey. Through the tendrils of raven locks that clung to his hide not unlike Skaug's own, two violet orbs stared back at him, just as eerie and pupil-less as the umber brute's own. A small snort billowed through Skaug's nostrils, and his leonine tail lashed once to the side, snapping with a spray of water that the force expelled. Round, robust hooves carried Skaug several steps in an arch, turning his hinds away from the other stallion. It was a vulnerable way to expose one's self, even for a veteran of battle. Through the gristled scars on his face the once-commander did leer at the other. But then, it spoke.

Skaug blinked once to shoo away the instant inquiries of his mind. The man spoke in an old manner, one Skaug had thought lost to old wives' tales and children's stories. A squint pinched his brow, and he gestured with his muzzle in the smallest of nods to the forest. "You're in it." Skaug's tenor dropped, his words spoken so that they nearly ran together and skirted on the line of a murmur. While a creeping irritation tickled his spine, Skaug lashed and fought with it as much as his mind's eye could manage. Had he not just been stuck in his own head grieving his loneliness? A stranger is still better than no one at all. "Name's Skaug."

WC: 773
Tagged: Nevermore
OOC: Still trying to get back in the Skaug groove, apologies <3


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Nevermore

Regent
Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
350 crystals
20 posts

All things are working for my good

At first he stood silent, watching as this large equine halted to turn his rump away and face him. The lumbering stallion did not seem phased by the fact he was caught stalking. On the contrary, his features bordered somewhere along the lines of relieved. This male with eyes of glowing quartz and bodice of dark umber had not run screaming just yet. Therefore he took that as a good sign, perhaps he could continue some form of conversation. Although, the way he seemed to carry himself registered in his mind as some form of play up on his bravado. A soft snort left his nares, the breath exiting the same ghastly color of his eyes as it ghosted upon the wind.

Lifting his visage from the soggy ground the phantom continued to peer back at the man standing before him. His gaze crucial and analytical now that he could see all of him. Inky audits rose from his soaked albeit silky mane, listening as the one named Skaug spoke. It took him a moment to acclimate himself to the stag's speech and accent. Mighty talons claimed more space as Nevermore took steps toward the stranger, standing nearly muzzle to muzzle. Unafraid and ignorant of any consequences that might follow up with such an action. The beast wore a look of innocence, though one still could not deny that overpowering sense of lifelessness he seemed to naturally carry.

His eyes focused upon the stud's multitude of scars carved through the grain of his face, simple questions pinging within his mind. Visage snapping away it snaked towards the bear cloak. Raising a talon he lightly grabbed at the ursine pelt, careful not to leave anything upon it. Rolling the fabric between the digits of his clawed hand brow pinching to a degree. He was thinking, processing this new stimuli and gathered information. Skaug... The specter enunciated softly, colored mist leaving his nares and lips. Releasing the cloak Nevermore opted to circle around the battle worn stallion so that he was now standing at his side.

Thy name is Nevermore. Performing a simple tilt of his visage, the creature continued to eye the scars marking the male. His head then drifted in the direction of south, the general direction of where he'd just come from. It confused him, why this equine did not go seek shelter from the rainfall. Dost thou not know of the kingdom laying in wait to the south? His whip like tail gave a single flick to disperse of the heavy liquid clinging to its feathers. Wherefore then, dost thou plan to go?

tag: Skaug // notes: Notes go here
( © wyatt )

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
9 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
0 crystals
9 posts

Skaug

There had been a time when Skaug thought himself an enigmatic beast. Uncanny in appearance himself, many had labelled him daemon in his travels. There was a stigma against eyes of no pupils (especially multitudes of them), and ram-like horns that curled with sinister intent forward; a physical threat to challenge him if they dare. To add the obsidian mask across his face and the dark ecru of his pelt in bewildering contrast to the scattered white marks and mushroom-hued scars, there was an overall facade about the stallion that echoed with duress and dire. His leonine tail flicked, ghostly gaze blinking as he watched the inky figure melt away from the shadows of the trees and approach. And, oh, approach he did...

While others may have shied away and scoffed at the creature, perhaps even posted threats of harm, Skaug's audits simply dug into the tangles of his mane and his brow furrowed. So close now, he could see the faint lavender to the male's brume, witness the amethyst highlights that danced along his midnight pelt. The gauntness of him alone was perplexing. Skaug wasn't sure how the thing had the strength to stand. But he assumed wherever it was that the bravery hid in the raven hessian, the strength did as well. Almost like a bird, but not also unlike a reptile, the horned stag watched the other as he examined him as if some sort of subject for study. Clawed fores reached out, and played with the pelt of Diederick that laid across his shoulders with such a care surprising to the umber stallion.

A blink of his eyes cast them upon the creature's visage again. It was so narrow, so bird-like without carrying any physical features of such. He listened with tentativeness but also a sense of wonder as the other tested his name. It sounded foreign on his oil lips. In the rain, Nevermore - as he would introduce himself - did look molded from ichor. Peculiar enough, Nevermore offered an addled remark about the Southern lands. Refusing to let his gaze fall from the stranger, Skaug offered the smallest of snorts - and from his nares rose the usual steely brume. Through the rivers of water that ran from his forelock along the scars of his visage, Skaug remained stoic and still. "I have no plans, stranger." he alleged, the gravel of his voice far harsher than his intent. Receding his wings back to his sides, and shielding what warmth he carried with him close to his form, the horned beast cast a quick leer down to the claws that had tested his cloak, then back up to the man's face. "Why do you think I'm from the South?" The question was pointed, but so much so that it would have been safe enough for a foal to wield. But his mind had been set to thinking... what did lay to the South that had caused this Nevermore to confuse him for an inhabitant?

In a wave the rain intensified and the stallion's visage lowered instinctively. Rivulets of water ran from his main, dripping steadily into the over-saturated forest floor. While Skaug wasn't inclined explore how the South seemed to fit his appearance, his hooves took to a brisk walk in the direction the other man had mentioned. If nothing, he could at least get the stranger home, as it seemed he knew much about it. A drawn sigh rose in his chest and exhaled with conscious constriction in a guise to hide it. While traversing the woods alone in self pity would have wasted his time until sleep encroached upon him and he could welcome a new day, cold and wet, this Nevermore had at least offered him something of purpose. Skaug paused briefly, tilting his facade in a way to peer over the rounded horn curling besides his jowls. "Are you coming?"

WC: 651
Tagged: @[Nevermore]
OOC: ...


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Nevermore

Regent
Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
350 crystals
20 posts

All things are working for my good

To roam the earth without a single purpose to drive one forth; that was a feeling he could relate to all too well. The specter's audits rotated a top his head, listening, only to give a slow nod in response. His cryptic gaze fell away from his hold on the south to fixate itself upon the stag before him. Thou art without purpose? He questioned softly albeit rhetorically. I too walketh as such. All purpose dashed to pieces like a potter's vessel. His brow pinched as another soft brume of lavender escaped his nares. His master never did tell him what else he was suppose to do before death.

Coming out of his realm of thoughts Nevermore witnessed Skaug once again skimming his gaze over his fores and talons. A low chortle bubbled within the chest of the phantom, rumbling there as something vaguely akin to a laugh. Be of good cheer brethren...for thine belly runneth over with nourishment. His thick forked tongue flicked out of his mouth, tracing the rim of obsidian lips. Did the stranger believe him to be currently hunting him? Preposterous. Inky chops parted to reveal rows of gleaming needle like teeth, high cheek bones accentuated to create a rather dashing grin. If one could gaze past the foreboding atmosphere.

Master always said to remain cordial, to be reassuring when meeting new strangers. Hopefully he had succeeded in that right. Another blink of his soulless visionaries and he found the stallion questioning him with a stricter tone of voice. Dropping his attempt at a smile, Nevermore's features fell back to its default expression. Dauntless and eerily haunting. Hast thou not witnessed the dancing lights to the south? He questioned as the stag wrapped his seraphim wings around himself once more. Again, he mirrored the other encasing himself in what little warmth he had left. But not without ridding himself of the rainwater that clung to his iridescent plumage.

Leaning upon thine own understanding....I assumed that all gathered to rejoice in the marvelous works raining from heaven. Who then would not claim the lands as their choice dwelling? The beast enunciated, gaining a bit of vigor the more he spoke. As the rain proceeded to fall in sheets Nevermore kept his head raised. Water ran down the length of his jowls falling like an opened spigot. Burying his audits into the silk of his mane the man watched Skaug head south. Silently he followed.

tag: Skaug // notes: Notes go here
( © wyatt )

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
9 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
0 crystals
9 posts

Skaug

Every passing moment with this irridescent, plumed beast Skaug found his mind distracted by memories of Grenlid. Her eyes had gleamed their ghostly sage just as this creature's - Nevermore, he had a name - own lavender pair did. While his pelt was black, it gleamed and shined with the same hue of raven or crow feathers; blues and purples danced along the grain of his pelt, even in the downpour of rain where Skaug's pelt became muddied and less vibrant in hue. But it was the speech that had summoned the memories he'd hidden away. Grenlid's soft tone was always laced with mischief. A smile always graced her face even when she sang riddles of an eternal darkness that would consume all living and breathing things. Had it been eerie? Skaug would have been lying to deny he hadn't had shudders crawl along his spine at times.

It was Nevermore's verbiage that had phantoms lingering in the horned hessian's mind. His nostrils expanded with a conscious and steady inhale, an attempt at quaffing the emotions that expanded within. Leonine tail flicked as the brume of air released itself, and Skaug's hooves tarried further. Pivoting around to the man again the hulking stag found himself growing hot with impatience - an impatience he knew all to well. Rivers of water continued to fall from the branches above, plummeting to the ground and swelling the debris there with stagnant puddles of leaf riddled waters. Broken shards of long decayed leaves clung to Skaug's legs as Nevermore's first comment met his harks. Purpose. A scoff littered and dripping with disdain jerked Skaug's visage with a small snort. Purpose. Look what that'd given him. Dare he call it heartache?

And it seemed that Nevermore had caught his distrustful examination of his talons, for he offered little to dispell the mystery about his claws, and then revealed, mouth of fangs. While Skaug's expression refused to visibly change, his milky gaze leered at the fangs, and watched the smile fade from the stranger's lips. "Be of good cheer..." He murmured in response, audits digging back into the tangles of his obsidian locks. "What is 'nourishment'?" The question spat from his dark lips with a hint of mockery thought it would be mistaken for Nevermore rather than the umber beast himself. How was it that he always found the misfits of the world? The cretins, the derelicts? Some sort of magnetism brought the unwanted or unusual to his company, and it was there that Skaug took pity on them and offered his aid for undetermined amounts of time. Already he'd tried to help this Nevermore back to the South, but it seemed he didn't wish to return.

He spoke of lights in the sky, and Skaug couldn't stop himself from glancing into the melancholy, steely clouds as if the answer would be painted there. "No. He offered simply to all questions. The idea of a herd again, already, after so long of traveling left a bad taste in his mouth. It seemed only days ago he'd shed his banner of Lord Commander and receded into the wilds to be forgotten by those who had known him. It was better that way anyways. But the lights... were they like the Firstborn of Elysium? Were there bored gods here, trying to use the equine and other fauna as their pawns and play things? "Tell me about the lights." Skaug inquired sternly, peering through tendrils of black that curtained around his eyes, strands slipping and clinging to the narrow space between the two sets. Would he have to be mindful of where he stepped once more? Did the gods, the divine, the whatever-the-fuck you wanted to call them always find a way to toy with you?

WC: 626
Tagged: Nevermore
OOC: idk what's happening with skaug, sorry xD


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]


Nevermore

Regent
Equine
Stallion
19hh
7 Winter ❅
played by Kagome
350 crystals
20 posts

All things are working for my good

The duo had all but taken a few steps before the heftier male was turning to confront him once again. Although this time he feel a thick layer of added tension. Perhaps he had failed in attempting to be cordial. It had been many centuries since he'd practiced any sort of real communication with any other equine. Stopping mid-step, the specter lowered his taloned fore back upon the sodden ground. The ground squelched beneath his weight, feeling collected water well up between the digits of his avian like appendages. He stood there, listening. Blinking his pale lavender eyes once then twice he pinched his brow together.

Did the man truly not understand what he was saying? Nevermore was certain that he was speaking in the right tongues to the fellow. His extensive studies had never lead him astray before. Each question seemed to ignite a new level of frustration in the stallion standing before him. At least he assumed Skaug must have been expressing something along the lines of anger. The phantom had read his fair share of books with characters portraying similar traits. Even his master had moment where he would emit bouts of anger and aggravation if his memory served him correct.

He was silent, thinking and choosing his words carefully. To be of good cheer is to be happy. Whilst nourishment resembles food. The creature's brow furrowed further as his visage lowered, holding at Skaug's level. Hast thou been angered by thine doing? Nevermore asked, voice lower than before when asking his question. The wraith's intense staring did not last long as he lifted his head again the moment the crowned stranger turned his gaze to the sky. Lifting his visage back to its usual position he walked underneath the coverage of an evergreen, preferring to stay out of the direct downpour.

The lights... He echoed, taking a moment to shake his thin bodice and rid himself of some water clinging to him. A soft humming sound vibrated within the male's vocals as he reimagined that night he stumbled upon the ribbon of fluctuating lights. It breaketh the sky with its divine splendor. Moving. Twisting. He murmured, lifting a forearm and staring down at it as if the phenomenon had marked him. I lifted thy hand to touch it, but lo...no thing came of it. Turning his attention back toward the ivory eyed stag he continued. Then, I sitteth upon the ground, decending from the sky to watch it vanish with the sunrise.

tag: Skaug // notes: Notes go here
( © wyatt )

Skaug

Nonpartisan
Equine
Stallion
18hh
9 Autumn ☁
played by Soupi
0 crystals
9 posts

Skaug

Horses, like many other mammals, were herd beings. Whether they like it or not, they feed off of one another's emotions or moods. One disgruntled mare in the kingdom could upset the entirety of it's commonplace in a day. Skaug always elected to avoid emotional individuals. As a relatively quiet and nose-to-the-grindstone stud himself, those who let their feelings control them rather than the other way around were difficult for him to deal with.

Nevermore, however, seemed the opposite.

Like a slate, the fanged, eerie creature with its lavender, ghostly eyes had a skill of remaining mostly neutral. There wasn't an in flexion of humor or a squeak of fear. This Nevermore was, perhaps, even more detached and stoic more so than Skaug himself. The charcoal creature caused Skaug to notice his flaring frustration with glaring and he became acutely aware of the melancholic behavior he'd displayed before. And, as herd mammals, these particular auras were infectious. The smokey quartz and onyx hessian observed as the first symptom of despondent seeded itself into Nevermore's features. It made the already quite fearsome visage far more ominous. Wrinkles adjusted to showcase the length of his maw, and his brow lowered to shadow and curtain his softly aglow orbs. Not unlike a scolded child, Nevermore offered translations for his words.

Immediately Skaug felt the pang of guilt that sank his stomach. Misunderstanding had cast a guise over his words and Nevermore had thought him ignorant to his meanings. Hindsight, he supposed that this was a far better takeaway than the slight mockery his tone had been laced with. A conscious snort released itself through his nares steadily, beads of rain water flicking off the rims of his nares with the expulsion. The pinch in his brow leveled, and the stallion cast a wandering, remoseful gaze through the surrounding redwood. They appeared no longer that bright, burnt orange but the deep umber of usual bark, soaked thoroughly by the downpour. The fiery leaves discarded from the autumn time were all but disappearing beneath accumulating layers of muck as the droplets burst upon impact. Self fulling prophecy, indeed. "No." He offered curtly, turning his nape round to face the stranger, quartz eyes watching the etchings of the other man's face. "I apologize you thought that."

Apologies weren't typically sustained in his vocabulary, but this creature's susceptibility to his disgruntled behavior had Skaug self conscious for the first time in a long time. It was uncomfortable. He felt his skin prickle beneath the thickness of his bear fur cloak, and his wings twitched in response. He merely watched at first as Nevermore spied an evergreen than slowly pricked his way beneath it. Skaug's milky eyes scanned the fir, noticing the spindle branches and the caution he would have to take in accordance to his horn crowned visage. Minute steps brought him closer, but he refrained from bowing beneath the branches. Last thing he needed was to get stuck. He hadn't done so since he was a colt.

Then the topic of his query rose. Nevermore's echoed words held a mystification. Skaug knew without a shadow of a doubt that the stranger was remembering them in full clarity, losing the wet world around them to the phantoms of a memory. Recanting his tale, Skaug listened, politely watching the other as Nevermore peered at his own extremities. Skaug's own gaze fell to the clawed foot, as if he would find some sort of mark or stain from these lights they spoke of. Whatever had cast these colors in the sky, it had all but entranced the neutral creature. Discontent and wonder were so raw on the obsidian stanger's face it reminded Skaug of a child. "Interesting." He commented idly, feeling the need to acknowledge the small tale if anything, but with the rain to his back, soaking well through the cloak now, his own mind's eye was trying to concoct images of lights in a sky, and what it could possibly look like.

WC: 668
Tagged: Nevermore
OOC: ---


his will is done, he's half in the ground




powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.
@[Skaug]





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