10-21-2018, 02:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
The faerie grew restless. Antsy. Angry. She should've been home. Safe. I swear I'll kill him. The pirate finally lost his patience sometime after their raid. Sea-green eyes glinting dangerously in the dark, the feline traveled from shore to the outskirts of the desert. There he lingered, waiting out the night.
Unlike his twin, Kian made for a poor spy. While Séamus mastered stealth, he became a soldier. A direct combatant. A leader. Even in his time as a pirate captain, he relied very minimally on espionage. No need to be sneaky when you commanded the best of the best, had the advantage already... And, in general, really: not to him. As such, the best he could do, for the most part, was wait. Wait and think. Wait and listen.
God, this is torture.
// [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member] , [member=265]Keona.[/member]
The faerie grew restless. Antsy. Angry. She should've been home. Safe. I swear I'll kill him. The pirate finally lost his patience sometime after their raid. Sea-green eyes glinting dangerously in the dark, the feline traveled from shore to the outskirts of the desert. There he lingered, waiting out the night.
Unlike his twin, Kian made for a poor spy. While Séamus mastered stealth, he became a soldier. A direct combatant. A leader. Even in his time as a pirate captain, he relied very minimally on espionage. No need to be sneaky when you commanded the best of the best, had the advantage already... And, in general, really: not to him. As such, the best he could do, for the most part, was wait. Wait and think. Wait and listen.
God, this is torture.
// [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member] , [member=265]Keona.[/member]