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D O V E V
wicked eyes and wicked hearts



Brother.

The other Crow of the Sun graced him with his presence. Despite the vast distance between Denocte and Solterra, the scent of the Sun radiates like rays of gold. Heady are the smells of sand, sweat and perfume, they stirred bittersweet memories to the front of his mind. Invited him to swim backwards in the river of time and stay awhile, how easily he could of slipped into those sheets just then, but no. He forced it away with a soft sigh, and replaced his nonchalant visage to one of a wicked grin.

"Raum. It's awfully bad manners to watch someone and not say hello until you're found, you know." He said with no expectation for a remark back, at least on that little quip. Instead, easily he turned to regard the ghost, the wraith's long hair wrapped around his hocks like luxurious bindings of silk and liquid moonstone. Raum had gone willingly to Solterra, the free crow in the Court of the Sun, a stark difference to the role he had played in the Sun Kingdom. He always found that tidbit amusing.

"Was Solterra everything you hoped it would be?" Dovev asked silkily enough, a balm against Raum's roughened voice. Ah, he'd always been much more softer around the edges, it made hiding the knife easier. Both the one he carried tucked against his pale fur and the one between his teeth. His question is not asked maliciously, rather curiosity flowed over the words as water did across the shore. "I haven't stepped foot in that endless sandbox since Zolin died, is it much the same?" He elaborated after a moment, not that he needed to, it was common knowledge among the Crows that Dovev had rather pointedly chosen to avoid going back to Solterra, at least until he decided otherwise. Of course, he had kept an eye on the reports, but they hardly accounted for the living conditions, or the way the culture now weaved in the grip of the new monarchs. Merely the politics, the tumultuous threads of fate that guided them all. "Are you really going back?" Was a much better question, all things considered.




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Messages In This Thread
Mirrors start to whisper - by Dovev - 03-04-2018, 06:10 PM
RE: Mirrors start to whisper - by Raum - 03-05-2018, 12:41 PM
RE: Mirrors start to whisper - by Dovev - 03-05-2018, 04:13 PM
RE: Mirrors start to whisper - by Caine - 03-05-2018, 06:53 PM
RE: Mirrors start to whisper - by Raum - 04-06-2018, 02:43 PM
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