February 09, 2015, 10:09 AM
(This post was last modified: February 09, 2015, 10:30 AM by Bartok.)
*-* the charlie sheen of celebrities…..
his stealth was not long for the world – within moments the hulking creature caught sight of the pest that clung relentlessly to his shadow, upturning his sharp gaze and revealing to himself despair made flesh.
bartok was grievously oblivious to the vignette of his character, but it would have filled his gizzard with pride were he to be made aware of the malignity he projected. possession of a presence that influenced dread and paranoia for a sinister fate – one that resisted discovery in some clandestine nook – offered him a limitless horizon and he would defend it to the death had he known.
au contraire; the extent of his character's besmirchment had been far more disheartening, for recently it seemed that bartok had been making more friends than chumps out of strangers, crippling his emotional terrorism for a time and nearly plunging him into existential crisis. if he was not the terror that flapped in the night, what could he possibly be? an ordinary raven? there would be no fun to be had. no excitement.
thus, kovacs would not find his fate now, but he would not find providence either.
canting his head upwards, the silver mongrel grumblingly pointed out his lack for food, implying with no air of subtlety that he expected to be begged, stolen, or borrowed from. the raven was outright offended! to think he, bartok the great warrior, could not glean from the world his own hapless victim? that he would need to rely on a dog for the perpetuation of his life? he scoffed at the very idea of it and beat his wings to gain on the wolf, upon realizing he'd pulled back to accommodate full-body offense at the slight of his character.
stunting on the wind in a loop around kavocs, he shortly returned to a position above him. "sound like problem for dog." he called casually after the canine, then posed a question that oozed with ridicule. "everrrrr tire of leading meaningless existence?" he tilted his head and extended it downwards to peer at the back of kavocs' head, singing out raucous laughter.
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RE: cheerio - by Bartok - February 08, 2015, 06:02 PM
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