Jude
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?
There is a stronger sense of peace now since finding Isorath.. The mad quest in pursuit of a prince had somehow not been in vain. Jude’s tears have subsided for the moment but he is far from comfortable. There is a sense of discomfort and uncertainty about this place. Why would Isorath wish to stay in a place where they live like cattle? God forbid they have a proper bed to sleep on or even a decent place to bathe. For once he shirks the flower crown and settles merely for a single rose to clasp the tendrils of his pink hair together in a ponytail. It feels as though it has been ages since he’s been truly clean and he tries to restrain his dissatisfaction with it all. Darkness creeps in and perhaps it’s unwise of him to be wandering alone in some foreign place, but he’s been on his own up until recently. Jude departs from Isorath and decides to wander quietly, to be alone with his thoughts.
Vectaeryn had been lonely in its own way. Many of his days were spent alone in his garden surrounded by his orchids and roses, listening to the ripple of the waterfall in his koi pond. Hours upon hours were spent in silence with nothing but his brush against a canvas. Had he even been happy back in his homeland or did he give that up out of dissatisfaction as well? It’s impossible for him to figure out what his mind and heart wants. For now, he must continue the search for his prodigal cat and reunite himself with his beloved feline.
He walks for awhile long and stares up at the sky with a quiet contemplative look. How many nights has he stared up at the same sky as Isorath despite the distance? He shuts his eyes and heaves a slow sigh until he can hear the sound of music. Slowly his head turns and his eyes fix on a figure a short distance away and all he can wonder is how he didn’t notice them. Jude stands awkwardly, shifting on his feet as he tries to figure out whether to say hello but ultimately retreats back into his shell. Words get choked on the edge of his tongue and his tail twitches as his eyes fall to the ground… At least this time he isn’t crying.
"a second option."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?
There is a stronger sense of peace now since finding Isorath.. The mad quest in pursuit of a prince had somehow not been in vain. Jude’s tears have subsided for the moment but he is far from comfortable. There is a sense of discomfort and uncertainty about this place. Why would Isorath wish to stay in a place where they live like cattle? God forbid they have a proper bed to sleep on or even a decent place to bathe. For once he shirks the flower crown and settles merely for a single rose to clasp the tendrils of his pink hair together in a ponytail. It feels as though it has been ages since he’s been truly clean and he tries to restrain his dissatisfaction with it all. Darkness creeps in and perhaps it’s unwise of him to be wandering alone in some foreign place, but he’s been on his own up until recently. Jude departs from Isorath and decides to wander quietly, to be alone with his thoughts.
Vectaeryn had been lonely in its own way. Many of his days were spent alone in his garden surrounded by his orchids and roses, listening to the ripple of the waterfall in his koi pond. Hours upon hours were spent in silence with nothing but his brush against a canvas. Had he even been happy back in his homeland or did he give that up out of dissatisfaction as well? It’s impossible for him to figure out what his mind and heart wants. For now, he must continue the search for his prodigal cat and reunite himself with his beloved feline.
He walks for awhile long and stares up at the sky with a quiet contemplative look. How many nights has he stared up at the same sky as Isorath despite the distance? He shuts his eyes and heaves a slow sigh until he can hear the sound of music. Slowly his head turns and his eyes fix on a figure a short distance away and all he can wonder is how he didn’t notice them. Jude stands awkwardly, shifting on his feet as he tries to figure out whether to say hello but ultimately retreats back into his shell. Words get choked on the edge of his tongue and his tail twitches as his eyes fall to the ground… At least this time he isn’t crying.
"a second option."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
@Maude
