Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

perhaps there was a similarity between rökkur and the woman before him. tales of an influential family, of their prominence, of expectation. he let out a dry chuckle at that, giving a deep nod of his head ; one that spoke of understanding, of the weight that was rested upon one's shoulders by ancestors, even by close family. thoughts drifted to his father, for a moment, but he pushed them aside. kept them down.

hidden away from the world.

no comparison, he rumbled, voice gruff as he shook his head. our pasts may be different, but no single tale is easier or harder than anothers, he said this with such a finality that suggested his own experience with such a concept ; for the man of shadows, comparison was the thief of joy. his eyes glimmered with a past frustration, though a blink seemed to calm such a storm. hiding his innermost thoughts.

with a breath, he craned his neck upwards, stretching as the warmth from the pools slowly begun to evaporate from his dark pelt, leaving him cold, restless, now. he looked over to y'var'la, then, before rearing his head back within his silky furs. we should head back to forneskja, the man stated. in the event that we are needed.

although, perhaps he just wanted to return to his den.

feel free to fade with your next <3