[SWP] shine bright like a--

[El Toro]

ALL THAT’S LEFT FOR US TO DO IS…MOVE

”The dangerous kind. Does that decide things for you?” Toro shivers; some white coal turned over in his ribs. He’s starting to feel…like he should. Real. Alive. A smirk cracks his mouth like marble. ”Sure does.” Toro has no one to spread the word to, but maybe he’ll try this time, maybe he’ll speak up. His lungs feel stronger, his flank seems to sew itself back together. His muscles twitch excitedly, Eik snarling a demand for loyalty, to stand together in a fight that is far more than anything Toro can imagine. 

The dark stranger still mouths off to the golden one, but Toro thinks he will be short-lived. Walk the talk, then. I do.

He nods to Solis. ”There’s snow in Mors, not much else.” He feels at a loss for words; he simply wants to move.

Out Of Body


"What I say,"

What I think,

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