Post by maddox rothscus ✨ on Jun 1, 2017 15:54:09 GMT
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[attr="class","m2top"]X MARKS THE SPOT
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[attr="class","m2notes"]243 words for lars sommer// sorry for the wait! tell me if anything needs changing.
[attr="class","m2invis"]@misty
[attr="class","m2content"]he wanders, as off-duty boredom warrants, but doesn't stray too far. golden streetlights bathe the cobblestone alleys in warm light -- though his familiarity with the place likely grants him the fortune of granting even the roughened corners of downtown a raffish charm. moosely paces by his side, one step for every two of maddox's own, resigned to having a floral scarf draped around his antlers lest some poor passerby gets impaled. thankfully, the streets are relatively empty by now. those who remain have their own business to attend to in this quarter of town, so maddox continues his stroll peacefully.[break][break]
granted, having a familiar of this size who glowers at every living thing does accord him with a generous helping of personal space when they pass by more cautious, sensible individuals. maddox pauses to purchase dinner -- three hours past dusk, his stomach is rumbling and aeris is out on some coven-related business -- indulging in stuffed pita sandwiches, pace slowing to an aimless amble. moosely is less than pleased at this development, cloven hooves striking the ground with renewed irritation. contentedly munching on his food, maddox couldn't quite care less.[break][break]
what he does care about, though, is the figure lurking around in the shadows not far from where he is. the light offers no insight here, curling peculiarly around the stranger. "hey." hooves and feet draw to a stop. the moose snorts and stamps a hoof; maddox is more amiable. "you lost or something?"
granted, having a familiar of this size who glowers at every living thing does accord him with a generous helping of personal space when they pass by more cautious, sensible individuals. maddox pauses to purchase dinner -- three hours past dusk, his stomach is rumbling and aeris is out on some coven-related business -- indulging in stuffed pita sandwiches, pace slowing to an aimless amble. moosely is less than pleased at this development, cloven hooves striking the ground with renewed irritation. contentedly munching on his food, maddox couldn't quite care less.[break][break]
what he does care about, though, is the figure lurking around in the shadows not far from where he is. the light offers no insight here, curling peculiarly around the stranger. "hey." hooves and feet draw to a stop. the moose snorts and stamps a hoof; maddox is more amiable. "you lost or something?"
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[attr="class","m2hov2"]ONE MAN'S OBSESSION IS ANOTHER MAN'S TRASH
