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troubled mind. - Arkhandirr - 01-01-2021

Arkhandirr
""rich kid, asshole, paint me like a villain""


He hated this, hated not being able to figure out what exactly he had been feeling since the news had been brought to them. While Arkhandirr did not exactly have the best of conversations with their now-- absent Sovereign, he still had a deep rooted respect for her. So far she had been the only one to make him cut the bullshit, to remind him exactly who he was – even when he never told her that. Even though they had never talked much, he still remembered when he first came to court and managed to immediately stumble on the then Regent—

Arkhandirr shook his head, gritting his teeth as he trotted away from the tree he had been resting against. He could not be thinking about this, he didn’t want to. Thinking about what happened made him only more frustrated when he couldn’t figure out what was going on in his head. Maybe you need someone to talk to?- his head supplied him and he barely held back barking a ‘no’ out loud. He didn’t need anyone to figure this out, he could do it on his own.

He could not do it on his own.

With a sigh, he eventually came to a halt in front of the trees near Vitrus Lake and pushed his head against it. His gold-tipped black mane roughing up just a bit. “Damnit..” he whispered to the tree, as if it could hear him. Usually he would not allow himself to show this much weakness but right now? He couldn’t care less, he was on his own anyway.


“speak”
DEEHLIA |


@Runaveig


RE: troubled mind. - Runaveig - 01-02-2021



But who prays for Satan?
Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?



“Are you alright?”

The question was asked softly, gently and with palpable concern.

The last thing Runaveig expected to see out here was someone shoved up rather unceremoniously against the side of a pine. The weather was nice, certainly, but she had gone quite the distance away from the Court without bumping into anyone else. So to suddenly see someone out here near the lake, grumbling and huffing and seeming terribly uncomfortable, the entertainer couldn’t help but grow fretful.

Was he well? Unwell? Injured? Had he stepped on a splinter? Runa recalled the discomfort she had experienced last spring when she had gotten a splinter caught in the center of the frog of her hoof and how very painful it had been. Her concern grew.

The dusk-colored lady paused a few paces away, not wanting to intrude if her presence wasn’t wanted. The shawl around her narrow shoulders glittered in the sunlight, and her eyes, round and golden earnest, looked upon the rich colored fellow with intrigue and worry. Upon her striped back was a striking Pygmy dragon, black as the night, but his hard, piercing stare was rooted upon the grumbling man.

Umbra did not know this fellow, and so he did not trust him.

Runa, however, her damnable bleeding heart already getting the best of her, took another step forward with telltale grace. Umbra bristled.

’Stop. He’s dangerous.’ The order came, and Runaveig obeyed. She hesitated but her eyes remained focused on the man, still concerned. Perhaps he was dangerous, but if he needed help, it was her duty to provide it.

"Speaking."
credits


@Arkhandirr


RE: troubled mind. - Arkhandirr - 01-12-2021

Arkhandirr
""rich kid, asshole, paint me like a villain""


The gentle voice made him pause his pity party, eyes of gold opening slowly to look at the floor, before closing once more as he shook his head slightly, hoping to tame the mess his forelock had become from his moment of weakness. With a sigh, he relaxed his shoulders and turned his head to the source of the words.
What greeted his sight was simply put.. someone pretty. The dusk-like gradient of her coat only being amplified by the surrounding colors of nature. While usually his gut reaction would be to put on the smirk and flirt, he simply could not this time. While his mood was one of the reasons causing this, this girl… she was too innocent. In a way, the pure concern in her voice reminded him of ‘Lara, the sister he had adopted and that he had to leave behind.

Out of the corner of his eyes a black figure perched on top of her back caught his attention. The dragon-like being seemingly not liking the look of him – which okay, was valid – he assumed. It caused him to carefully keep his distance, not wanting to scare either one of them away. A fact that he surprised himself with just a bit. Hadn’t he wanted to be alone just a few moments ago? What was it about this new face that made him not want to be?

“I—” he began, pausing shortly after to clear his throat. “I am—I think so, at least.” He tried to hide his unsureness and for the most part – he did succeed. “What about you, going for a walk?” he asked. He wasn’t sure what he was trying to do – prolonging conversation? Hoping she didn’t take off? Maybe. He didn’t want to think about it, though.


“speak”
DEEHLIA |


@Runaveig