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The Fae and the Huntsman
They are angry. They are angry and they are not speaking. It is fine with them for now. They do not care, not one bit. They are stubborn. But they also know they will have to go home....eventually. But eventually is not right now, and silent feet meet the cold concrete of the sidewalk. Shoes quickly slid onto bare feet, as wings fade into the ether. The leather jacket in their arms settled into, hood pulled up to hide their long unnatural white hair. And none to soon, they step out of the alleyway.
Walking among the aging, always seems to help. They do not know why. They do not particularly like the aging race. The race as a whole are selfish, and arrogant, and greedy. A disregard for life, and a hatred for things not understood. But they must remind themselves, the aging race is young. The aging race still has much to learn.
They turn a corner, hands stuffed deep in their pockets. Heels clicking against the snow covered concrete at a slow, undetermined pace. They have no real destination right now, they simply wish to be where Ari is not. Their mind closed off, their thoughts singular. In so much as they can be singular. And so entirely wrapped up in their self, they have not noticed they are being watched.
Watched and hunted.
English Translation:
Tili tili bom (boiled boiled here) Close your eyes now Someone's walking outside the house And knocks on the door
Tili tili bom (boiled boiled here) The nightbirds are chirping He is inside the house To visit those who can't sleep
He walks He is coming... closer
Tili tili bom (boiled boiled here) Can you hear him closing in? Lurking around the corner Staring right at you
Tili tili bom (boiled boiled here) The silent night hides everything He sneaks up behind you And he is going to get you
He walks He is coming... closer
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"An uncommon opinion to most — “
"I will stay, if only to please you.”
“Is it? Vell.....vhat is phrase....ah! Ve are not most, yes?”
-a small giggle, much like the tinkling of tiny bells-
“To please us? hmm... knows his drinks, and is charmer. Our luck grows, it seems.”
{ out of light }
hello all. Tuttling around here. Twins have been chewing at the bit lately, so gonna make a starter I promised, and maybe make a few opens. And respond to that drafts that’s been sitting there for like.....months.
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