what would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark?
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“Dune.”
The patient correction fell against his ears and he flattened them, embarrassed. His cheeks flushed red, but the woman did not dare to speak against his misspoken moniker. “Right, right, o'course that's what I said, wasn't it?” he mumbled swiftly so as to allow the mishap fall into the sand and disappear. Through it all, Rosalyn kept her mouth shut and then swung around and departed the scene before he could squeeze another word in edgewise. He watched her go with a grimace and then turned back to the pale wolf at the edges of the pack. “Don't mind her... she's got her head screwed on too tight right now.”
“Welcome to me slice o' heaven. Ye've got a new smell on ye,” he said to Dune and scooted a short ways closer so that he could draw in the aroma and compare it to those he had passed along his way to the sea. There was only one wolf that came to mind as he drank in the heavy scent of Moonspear. “Do y'know Wraen?” the pirate inquired with a slight tilt of his head. There was a hopeful wag of his tail as he thought of the green-eyed woman and her stories. They'd chatted for a considerable amount of time before she had departed and Smokestep was quite fond of their interaction together.
The patient correction fell against his ears and he flattened them, embarrassed. His cheeks flushed red, but the woman did not dare to speak against his misspoken moniker. “Right, right, o'course that's what I said, wasn't it?” he mumbled swiftly so as to allow the mishap fall into the sand and disappear. Through it all, Rosalyn kept her mouth shut and then swung around and departed the scene before he could squeeze another word in edgewise. He watched her go with a grimace and then turned back to the pale wolf at the edges of the pack. “Don't mind her... she's got her head screwed on too tight right now.”
“Welcome to me slice o' heaven. Ye've got a new smell on ye,” he said to Dune and scooted a short ways closer so that he could draw in the aroma and compare it to those he had passed along his way to the sea. There was only one wolf that came to mind as he drank in the heavy scent of Moonspear. “Do y'know Wraen?” the pirate inquired with a slight tilt of his head. There was a hopeful wag of his tail as he thought of the green-eyed woman and her stories. They'd chatted for a considerable amount of time before she had departed and Smokestep was quite fond of their interaction together.
calling to join them the wretched and joyful
shaking the wings of their terrible youths
freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
shaking the wings of their terrible youths
freshly disowned in some frozen devotion
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you know how it is - by Dune - March 05, 2018, 02:39 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Rosalyn - March 06, 2018, 12:48 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Smokestep - March 06, 2018, 01:27 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Dune - March 06, 2018, 02:25 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Rosalyn - March 06, 2018, 04:05 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Smokestep - March 07, 2018, 01:18 AM
RE: you know how it is - by Dune - March 07, 2018, 08:21 AM
RE: you know how it is - by Smokestep - March 10, 2018, 04:11 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Dune - March 10, 2018, 06:25 PM
RE: you know how it is - by Smokestep - March 14, 2018, 12:30 AM
RE: you know how it is - by Dune - March 14, 2018, 09:19 AM
RE: you know how it is - by Smokestep - March 14, 2018, 12:08 PM