Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 15, 2015 2:37:40 GMT
❝HAVEN'T LOOKED TO HEAVEN IN A LONG TIME❞
Richor has been wandering for what seems like forever now. It's making him lonesome. But the choice to stay home was made purely on the fact that too much time was passing and he did not want to waste away. Chasing storms was the best time he had ever had, but it was time to make a more serious life for himself. Was that odd to say for such a young man? Mentally, Richor was mature ( you might find him wise, even ) and always paying attention. He learned a lot from listening and staying quiet. On few occasions this has made his life a little bit more fun, but right now he was stuck in a rut. Since the meeting of Argent, the splashed bastard has been feeling electricity coursing through his veins. He is almost always excited, always wanting more of the young sable prince. Richor does not know his blood, but it is beautiful no doubt.
It's made him starry eyed. The bastard has never felt this way about anyone; never collected fiends nor lovers in a glass bottle. He was always on his own, even when his parents were alive and guiding him. But apart of him is now lost to everyone else. His affections have whirled around the idea of others for a while. He'd met some very sweet eyed women right after, they don't phase him. Richor would seek out Argent sometime soon. For now, he traipsed the dense jungle in search of the beach. It was hot this day, sweat dropped from the muscles over his shoulder and his chest heaved from the pace at which he cantered. Richor had heard many nice things of this area, was told that its waters were the sweetest cools and gentlest warms. He fancied the cold, wanted to cool down after the long day's journey. At this time the sun would be hidden behind large rock formations, causing the ocean to cool... Or however it worked. Someone had told him, and it was worth a shot.
Kalei island was already beautiful. The jungle view, and then the sudden change as golden sands and the dark blue sea ahead. It was the best transition he had ever seen, took a photograph of it to lock in his pocket. This is why Richor is useful – he takes in everything. He remembers even more than that. The smoky black bastard takes in a deep breath of salty air, thick muscle grinding over his body as he kicked it into high gear and took off to the waters. Richor liked what he saw already. It was worth the trouble. He bellowed into the air like a horse patrolling a war, draft like with curly tresses flying everywhere, including his face. The bastard hits the water with a thud, feeling immediately relieved of aches. Cool water seeped through his warm skin.
It's made him starry eyed. The bastard has never felt this way about anyone; never collected fiends nor lovers in a glass bottle. He was always on his own, even when his parents were alive and guiding him. But apart of him is now lost to everyone else. His affections have whirled around the idea of others for a while. He'd met some very sweet eyed women right after, they don't phase him. Richor would seek out Argent sometime soon. For now, he traipsed the dense jungle in search of the beach. It was hot this day, sweat dropped from the muscles over his shoulder and his chest heaved from the pace at which he cantered. Richor had heard many nice things of this area, was told that its waters were the sweetest cools and gentlest warms. He fancied the cold, wanted to cool down after the long day's journey. At this time the sun would be hidden behind large rock formations, causing the ocean to cool... Or however it worked. Someone had told him, and it was worth a shot.
Kalei island was already beautiful. The jungle view, and then the sudden change as golden sands and the dark blue sea ahead. It was the best transition he had ever seen, took a photograph of it to lock in his pocket. This is why Richor is useful – he takes in everything. He remembers even more than that. The smoky black bastard takes in a deep breath of salty air, thick muscle grinding over his body as he kicked it into high gear and took off to the waters. Richor liked what he saw already. It was worth the trouble. He bellowed into the air like a horse patrolling a war, draft like with curly tresses flying everywhere, including his face. The bastard hits the water with a thud, feeling immediately relieved of aches. Cool water seeped through his warm skin.
❝UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE SHALL FALL❞
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