Advertisement
Guest User

Untitled

a guest
Jun 27th, 2017
60
0
Never
Not a member of Pastebin yet? Sign Up, it unlocks many cool features!
text 6.75 KB | None | 0 0
  1. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : The wet sand was quick to imprint with the specter’s forming presence, those last tendrils of darkness dispersing from his frame as he expeditiously swept in in an attempt to drag his kin [as well as Bialis…kid still would be questioned to hell and back later about the random beach visit with his cousin] towards the shore’s safety. Damn kid’s ‘defense’ against those who pined to pull the Ethereal Dove down into their watery grave… didn’t.. …. um.. …exactly work but the endeavor would not be forgotten and would be tucked away to mention at a later date. FOR NOW, shit needed to be done against those who strove to drag the tawny honeysuckle face forward into the roaring, white [c]
  2. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : waves where other incorporeal beings awaited – their contorted bodies inching up and along the shore towards the four upon the beach. Good god, it was like attending one of Ophelia’s social events where all of the gentlemen went into a circle jerk with each other over the soothsayer’s attention. In this scenario, this scene was no different to him [save for the fact that he always could easily find in a crowd…but if she was hoicked towards the ocean – STOP! STOP thinking like that.] The three sisters of fate were being extra cunty to him today, weren’t they? The grounds were shifting. It was NORMAL for the sand to adjust to your weight but the land was shaking – they were burrowing [c]
  3. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : underneath to try and gain a hold of the current party. Fuck Gods. Fuck spirits. Fuck the ocean. Fuck lakes – OKAY, you know what – besides your goddamn bath water – screw everything else which pertained to the outside realm. WHY? Because this was Larlandarl and you couldn’t step two steps to the right which feeling that TUG, that cold brush to your face – in any spot; any free-range area – there was bound to be someone dead. Even attending [SOMETIMES] court was a hassle for the eloquent sycophant. Carrick knew though, he saw them… …skulking in the shadows – their hands reaching up for the one light which would make them feel whole again but EACH TIME he wiped them away as if [c]
  4. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : they were nothing… but they were something at one time… but he had no compassion for others except for those rare few who were placed into his life now. This place, this time of night – it was why he made sure to eschew these areas with the Ethereal Dove [or if they did wander around here…it wasn’t long… …] But the current party’s presence had summoned something malefic and the tetchy mage became vociferous with his vocals towards those who curled their claws, grasping at the air – directing their attention to the soothsayer. Yet, with these ethereal elements all blended together; the ‘tangie’ knew its place and retreated into the depths from whence it came… their assays to part with Ophelia [c]
  5. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : were ONCE AGAIN vanquished. That’s right. Fuck you, sea spirits. Could he say he felt relief? Could he say – too many things wished to burst forth. Witnessing his sibling’s skill shown her true value and why the council had wished to eradicate her as they planned to at her birth… … a sudden lump formed in his throat. Always, ALWAYS the fate of others was teetering in his hands and no matter how much he ventured to tip the scale into his desired direction… - it never fucking worked out that way. The fractious group of the living spirits had been quelled for now but their presence was always disseminating, no matter where you went. Their pernicious ways always effected [c]
  6. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : his cousin and he knew, she would be more than worn after this. Though, in that moment as they exchanged glances… he too, wanted to shove the cunt into the sands for their earlier tiff but none of that mattered right now and they would resume to their antagonizing ways once after all of this was settled – ---- … …..spirit bile. …oh. Poor lad had ectoplasm thrown up on him. Well, it would be the first of many ventures for him then. Considering the Vaskaris cousins were known to walk the side of the other realm quite frequently, at that. Being that Ophelia was pulled up tightly against his right and his left was attempting to lure Bialis in, yes, you [c]
  7. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : can guess what happened. Those pale lips parted to say something but they had a piece of disgusting seaweed blockade his current flow of words. PSSHSTT! Efforts were made to spit at it and it fell from his mouth, just as he was about to address the boy and his sister, as Ophelia had, he stopped midway. The smell of another, equally disgusting bile touched those nostrils of the cursed being and he held back his need to just – urrrrgh. His boots. His fucking boots were going to need to be replaced. Novel. Just perfectly, fucking novel.“…welcome to my world…” He murmured, asperous voice sinking into levels of vexation. Seeing the Ethereal Dove in such a tremulous state, he knew [c]
  8. Éponine·Xesyn has left the conversation.
  9. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : the effects of those from beyond attempting to anchor her in had deeply rooted itself into her. It was not something you could easily shake off. This horrid reality. Where at every turn, you needed to shield yourself. Yet, she wasn’t alone. Not anymore. She had him. She had Wren. She had…Bialis. Whether the phantom felt sorry for the kid or not, the jealously still was evidently there but he pulled himself together for --- OOFFT! Puked on, hated on [fuck you Ophelia but…like at the same time?] and loved on – these were just too many emotions for the warlock to be taking on this eve. TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH AFFECTION!! The sudden plea from Wren had him feel discomfiture but [c]
  10. Cαяяιcк·Vαskαяis : his crotchety facet eased some then. “…I won’t be letting go until two threads have been cut and I am doing all I can – with what I can to protect them.” It was about as close to as a token of affection that his sibling was ever going to receive from Carrick; for now, at least. Oooh my goooood. She was hugging him. OOOOFFT! Just need to inch over here a little… …keep going.. with an odd posture, the male reached out to Bialis in an attempt to help him get up. “Come. Let’s all go back to the villa. Your smell is pissing me off. I’d rather not toss you into the ocean to get clean.” An odd sense of humor but it was meant to lighten the situation, his celadon gaze looking off. With that, he’d guide his toots, his sibling, and … …f….fr….frie….nd…..? The damned kid had strove to protect Ophelia after all and that was a huge point in his book of the list of people he wished to burn alive when it came to hitting on his kin. See, he wasn’t that bad, eh? [e]
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement