Post by Talon on Jul 18, 2008 23:16:54 GMT -5
"And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow... you're the closest to heaven, that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now..." Shive sang.
The dragonkin was currently on his rooftop, adorned in what appeared to be a gray, hodded robe (hood down) with slits in the back for his wings. He shuffled back and forth between several spots on the roof, each of which occupied by various bottles and pouches. He slid over to the second area as he swirled some odd gray-green dust in a bottle with a sparkling light-blue fluid.
"And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life... 'cause sooner or later it's over, and I don't want to miss you tonight..."
He shuffled back to another spot and checked the contents of a tower-like vial filled with a musty pink fluid. He sniffed it, scrunched his nose, then poured a bit of it into the concoction he currently held, turning it a deep emerald green.
"And I don't want the world to seee me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand! When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am!"
He crushed a few brown leaves and stuffed the remains into the bottle, shaking it up until the confines turned an off-red color. Nodding, he slid back to another section, crouching as he started to repeat the proccess, still singing in a slightly off-tone voice.
"It's REALLY hard to concentrate on even flying when you're screeching like that." Mortis grumbled, landing on the roof.
Shive let out a bark-like laugh, continuing his work.
"I managed to sing well once... then again, I was doing it for someone..." He muttered.
"Oh? When was this?" Mortis asked, almost glaring at Shive as his tail swayed behind him.
"Someone's pissy tonight. What'sa matter?" Shive asked.
Mortis sighed, turning his head to the side.
"Nothing." He stated flatly.
Shive knew ell it wasn't so, but the dragonkin didn't push the envelope, respecting the wyrmling's feelings on whatever the matter was. As Shive started mixing up another bottle, he asked,
"Hey Mortis, do me a favor and go ask Myrr and the others if they wanna come tommorow, please?"
The wyrmling sighed, then walked off of the roof, down the wall, and padded ovr to Solranous's door. He looked exasperated, and if anything, depressed... as usual. He raised his right foreclaw to knock, then slowly lowered it in favor of bashing his skull against the door three times, imitating several loud knocks.
They better not be asleep... He mentally grumbled, tail swaying as his forehead still lay pressed against the door.
The dragonkin was currently on his rooftop, adorned in what appeared to be a gray, hodded robe (hood down) with slits in the back for his wings. He shuffled back and forth between several spots on the roof, each of which occupied by various bottles and pouches. He slid over to the second area as he swirled some odd gray-green dust in a bottle with a sparkling light-blue fluid.
"And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life... 'cause sooner or later it's over, and I don't want to miss you tonight..."
He shuffled back to another spot and checked the contents of a tower-like vial filled with a musty pink fluid. He sniffed it, scrunched his nose, then poured a bit of it into the concoction he currently held, turning it a deep emerald green.
"And I don't want the world to seee me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand! When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am!"
He crushed a few brown leaves and stuffed the remains into the bottle, shaking it up until the confines turned an off-red color. Nodding, he slid back to another section, crouching as he started to repeat the proccess, still singing in a slightly off-tone voice.
"It's REALLY hard to concentrate on even flying when you're screeching like that." Mortis grumbled, landing on the roof.
Shive let out a bark-like laugh, continuing his work.
"I managed to sing well once... then again, I was doing it for someone..." He muttered.
"Oh? When was this?" Mortis asked, almost glaring at Shive as his tail swayed behind him.
"Someone's pissy tonight. What'sa matter?" Shive asked.
Mortis sighed, turning his head to the side.
"Nothing." He stated flatly.
Shive knew ell it wasn't so, but the dragonkin didn't push the envelope, respecting the wyrmling's feelings on whatever the matter was. As Shive started mixing up another bottle, he asked,
"Hey Mortis, do me a favor and go ask Myrr and the others if they wanna come tommorow, please?"
The wyrmling sighed, then walked off of the roof, down the wall, and padded ovr to Solranous's door. He looked exasperated, and if anything, depressed... as usual. He raised his right foreclaw to knock, then slowly lowered it in favor of bashing his skull against the door three times, imitating several loud knocks.
They better not be asleep... He mentally grumbled, tail swaying as his forehead still lay pressed against the door.
