Jude
Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?
He is questioning his decision to slip from the Dusk Court, to part from his prince and delve into the unknown. Jude quivers and can spot another figure come up alongside of him. She is a stranger. It has never been in his nature to so casually embrace the strange faces of a strange land, so when he feels the lightest brush of feathers against his skin he can feel his whole body grow tense. There is no Isorath to hide behind. What perhaps might’ve been an act of gentle coercion only awakens fear that deeply roots itself in his belly. For a moment he opens his mouth to speak but only a choked noise comes out. Within these moments he desperately longs for the company of his cat.
The other woman moves closer but Jude can’t find the courage to move. His feet remained planted and his leonine, tail twitched with agitation, his mind moving a million miles an hour. It is not until there is a question aimed his way that he is yanked from his mind. Both eyes fix on the mare and he remains a mess of whatever has come over him. After several deep breaths he manages to blurt out one answer.
“YES!” He bleats and he realizes he’s practically shouted. Beside his fear is now a lingering sense of embarrassment which only brings the tears to his eyes.
"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?
He is questioning his decision to slip from the Dusk Court, to part from his prince and delve into the unknown. Jude quivers and can spot another figure come up alongside of him. She is a stranger. It has never been in his nature to so casually embrace the strange faces of a strange land, so when he feels the lightest brush of feathers against his skin he can feel his whole body grow tense. There is no Isorath to hide behind. What perhaps might’ve been an act of gentle coercion only awakens fear that deeply roots itself in his belly. For a moment he opens his mouth to speak but only a choked noise comes out. Within these moments he desperately longs for the company of his cat.
The other woman moves closer but Jude can’t find the courage to move. His feet remained planted and his leonine, tail twitched with agitation, his mind moving a million miles an hour. It is not until there is a question aimed his way that he is yanked from his mind. Both eyes fix on the mare and he remains a mess of whatever has come over him. After several deep breaths he manages to blurt out one answer.
“YES!” He bleats and he realizes he’s practically shouted. Beside his fear is now a lingering sense of embarrassment which only brings the tears to his eyes.
"a second option."
This styling is also nice for some non-obtrusive OOC credits, wordcount or banter. Don't forget that divider up there.
apologies for the delay on this as well as for how short it is. higher quality posts will be coming soon
