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Plague listened to the goings-on; the introductions of the newcomers, the bantering of old friends, and the silence of those like him. He wasn’t much for big gatherings, but thought it a good place as any to find sparring partners. And to gauge a potential enemy. While they were drinking and cavorting, he was watching, learning, planning. Plague was never one to let his guard down too far. While certain things were aimed at others, he listened, taking note of answers – of slurred words and unsteady hooves. When the conversation turned to him, he merely dipped his large black head and let something of a smile cross his lips. ”I come from a land and a time far from here. I do not even know how to explain it to you – but it’s much the same as it is different. For now, I do reside in the Night Court. And yourself?” The youth was pleasant, polite, and would make for an easy target should war ever break out. Plague knew that to break an enemy, you went for the women and children first. Most warriors couldn’t handle seeing a dead woman or child on the ground, and would spend time trying to help them, and while they were doing that, they were easy targets to snipe from a distance. Plague would keep this one, and the little female – Florentine – in the back of his mind. He allowed himself to fall silent then, letting the conversation go on around him. No sense in keeping the spotlight all to himself. He decided that he would be leaving soon, but shuffled around, searching for a comfortable position to rest his legs in the meantime. ”Speech” |
| I find it kind of funny…I find it kind of sad…the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had | |
Sorry y'all. Didn't realize it was me up. :/
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