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Post by unifangs on Mar 26, 2018 23:58:08 GMT -6
Kalama was in a constant state of eating itself and being born into something brilliant. It was a phoenix in a perpetual cycle of destruction and rebirth, a volatile beast that could never settle. Coatl had been shaken since the sudden arrival of Soleil. The young emin had been nowhere to be found for days after the event at Haven, ruminating in his own thoughts and healing from the burns on his flesh. Today Coatl was sober.. Soberly sober and regretting every moment he didn’t find the nearest bundle of his drug and inhale it straight into his lungs.. He was fatigued, in pain and impatient.
Papers scattered across the table within the dining hall and Coatl rifled through them with his teke. He waited impatiently, expecting his uncle to waltz through the door at any time and make his presence known. He tosses aside a paper and gave out an irritated sigh, his usual easy disposition wilted in the grips of sobriety.
“Stay focused,” he snarled to himself and decided to stand, groaning in agony from the tightness of his back. He stumbled his way out towards the parlor and figured he could get a better view of when his uncle would finally let himself inside. He got himself situated on a loveseat and merely waited, his chin resting on the end of it as he impatiently gazed out the window.
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Post by manabuns on Mar 28, 2018 18:33:26 GMT -6
KAISAR I burn’d — and ached for wings Kaisar had kept his distance in the wake of Soleil's appearance, he could of stormed into the Manor and demanded answers. Shook Coatl until he coughed up every ounce of information about that night, but. Coatl was his Nephew, not an associate he could rough house for answers, an informant he could trade shards to for information. However much he sighed and huffed over the younger Emin. He worried, in his own way. So, he allowed time and space to come between them. Allow Coatl to unwind and show himself, before he approached the grounds of his childhood home. His neck felt bare, ever since he had finally shaved it down. All of it, no less. He looked too much like his father, like his brother. Hair would grow back though, perhaps it was time to let it all grow out. Rather than one patch for the sake of seeing others twitch. The door opened the same way it always did, red hued teke pushing it across the marble floor, it's hinges creaked the same. Already, there is a servant to take his cloak, and he dismissed them with a polite nod as he headed toward the Parlor. Safer bet as any to start there, and then go through the rooms to find which one was occupied that day. "Coatl." He greeted stiffly, dual colored eyes already glancing over the younger Kalama's frame. Assessing any marks that may have still been on his flesh. "Are you well? All things considered." He doesn't dive into business, unlike his last visits. Instead he tried a different approach, one that was less steely and a little more warm. The elder easily slid onto the unoccupied chaise, one forelimb crossed over the other as his attention remained on Coatl. For awhile, he said nothing, until he uttered a small sigh and the weight seemed to lift from his shoulders. "Kalama's do not have the best luck." 321 WORDS / Post 1. |
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