Raum slinks down into the depths of the mountains. He is a shadow upon the grey rock, a whisper over parched grasses.
Mila is a silhouette upon the distance, as fragile as a deer and as changeable as sand. He keeps her in sight as he weaves his way over the loose terrain of skittering rocks.
He is owl silent, pouring down the mountain towards her as though he were made only of smoke. Appearing beside the younger Crow is blue eyes gleam.
“Hello Mila.” He murmurs, those Crow eyes ever watchful. The mountains stir, echoing his voice and it makes him restless, uneasy. Even in the heart of Denocte the Ghost boy does not trust easily.
Wings carry his mind back to the King of Thieves’ sister all red hot fire beneath the unrelenting sun. It was their home now, beneath Solis’ watchful eye, but here, here beneath the shifting night and shadows, this is where he belonged. A creature of mystery and shadow such as he could truly belong nowhere else.
Unlike Rhoswen.
His upper lip curled with displeasure, but eases as his eyes tumble from the mountains to find the young girl before him. “How are the crows?” He asks softly. Raum could not return often, not with watchful watchful Solterran eyes everywhere. Not even the Ghost of Denocte could easily escape that place, shadowless as it was.
His eyes sweep back from mountain ledges to the gypsy child, a dash of sand and tropical beauty in an otherwise rugged, stone terrain.
@Mila and anyone else who wishes to join - especially them Crows
Mila is a silhouette upon the distance, as fragile as a deer and as changeable as sand. He keeps her in sight as he weaves his way over the loose terrain of skittering rocks.
He is owl silent, pouring down the mountain towards her as though he were made only of smoke. Appearing beside the younger Crow is blue eyes gleam.
“Hello Mila.” He murmurs, those Crow eyes ever watchful. The mountains stir, echoing his voice and it makes him restless, uneasy. Even in the heart of Denocte the Ghost boy does not trust easily.
Wings carry his mind back to the King of Thieves’ sister all red hot fire beneath the unrelenting sun. It was their home now, beneath Solis’ watchful eye, but here, here beneath the shifting night and shadows, this is where he belonged. A creature of mystery and shadow such as he could truly belong nowhere else.
Unlike Rhoswen.
His upper lip curled with displeasure, but eases as his eyes tumble from the mountains to find the young girl before him. “How are the crows?” He asks softly. Raum could not return often, not with watchful watchful Solterran eyes everywhere. Not even the Ghost of Denocte could easily escape that place, shadowless as it was.
His eyes sweep back from mountain ledges to the gypsy child, a dash of sand and tropical beauty in an otherwise rugged, stone terrain.
@Mila and anyone else who wishes to join - especially them Crows
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You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
in his catastrophic plan
