INSIDE I'M FEELING DIRTY // JOINING?

ilijas arthur valentine

reckless wanderer | noble stag

[color=gray]"Uh, sorry man but you overestimate how much I care about you or this gal that you killed. Forgiveness and hatred, in this context, are stupid. Just let us know why the hell you did it. It isn't that deep," Ilijas responded evenly, resisting the urge to scoff in the face of Sparrow. He was being... unnecessarily dramatic about this, enigmatic behavior making it difficult for the photographer to even deduce his motives for being upon the border with a corpse, of all things. Some strange and unfamiliar voice insisted that he execute the armed stranger for his crimes, but he ignored it easily, writing off the voice as another facet of a past he didn't understand, most likely linked to his strange bloodlust and desire to rip and shred and destory.

Ilijas shifted his weight, easily moving his satchel from one shoulder to the next to kill only a few, agonizing seconds as he awaited an answer, chestnut shaded eyes unblinking as he continued to stare at the masked stranger. Ah, yes... stranger. It occurred to the adolescent that he didn't know this individual's name. [color=gray]"Oh, and per clan policy or whatever - I'm still getting used to it myself - what's your name and reason for being here? If you didn't know, this is Sunhaven." Was he doing his job now? God, he hoped so. A promotion was neat and all, but Ilijas still didn't exactly know what his new position entailed. Hopefully, this was it.

(sorry for such a rushed and late response!! university has dominated all my time lately aaaa)

cause god, i never felt young

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