08-07-2018, 07:05 AM
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[color=#6ABAE8]「NIGHTSKY MORTEM — it's a quarter past midnight」
Night should not have been so far out of camp, and Night is afraid of monsters. Perhaps it is ironic that someone such as him, born in a group such as this, would be afraid of the things that go bump in the night. Nightkit is a child - a child that has yet to find his feet and still wants his mother and fathers to protect him from all the world has to offer that can kill and harm a child.
The direwolf stranger seems downright terrifying to the child, and for good reason. Night is but a small kitten, small by any standard that anyone was measuring by, and here he was. Met on the border by a direwolf, easily able to crush the kitten should he wish to. It wouldn't be a hard task for anyone to do, and Nightkit is painfully aware of his own mortality. Despite what the Rosebloods may think - nobody is above death.
This stranger, Bubonicplague? That name was an odd one - plagues were bad. They killed people, thousands and hundreds of people dead from rampant diseases. Why would anyone take that as a name? "I think you can join... My name is Nightkit Mortem." He has to reply to be polite and welcoming like he should be, but the poor boy is almost shaking, his voice quiet and high pitched as if he's debating running in the opposite direction to grab a responsible adult. Someone big enough to fight the Direwolf for sure, like his mother or his fathers.
[align=right][color=#6ABAE8]「& the sirens are mending some hearts — ROSEBLOOD CHILD」
Night should not have been so far out of camp, and Night is afraid of monsters. Perhaps it is ironic that someone such as him, born in a group such as this, would be afraid of the things that go bump in the night. Nightkit is a child - a child that has yet to find his feet and still wants his mother and fathers to protect him from all the world has to offer that can kill and harm a child.
The direwolf stranger seems downright terrifying to the child, and for good reason. Night is but a small kitten, small by any standard that anyone was measuring by, and here he was. Met on the border by a direwolf, easily able to crush the kitten should he wish to. It wouldn't be a hard task for anyone to do, and Nightkit is painfully aware of his own mortality. Despite what the Rosebloods may think - nobody is above death.
This stranger, Bubonicplague? That name was an odd one - plagues were bad. They killed people, thousands and hundreds of people dead from rampant diseases. Why would anyone take that as a name? "I think you can join... My name is Nightkit Mortem." He has to reply to be polite and welcoming like he should be, but the poor boy is almost shaking, his voice quiet and high pitched as if he's debating running in the opposite direction to grab a responsible adult. Someone big enough to fight the Direwolf for sure, like his mother or his fathers.
[align=right][color=#6ABAE8]「& the sirens are mending some hearts — ROSEBLOOD CHILD」
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14