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vatheon2012-03-14 12:17 am
grandhighblood) wrote in vatheon2012-03-14 12:17 am
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[ ♑ ] silent storm
who: grand highblood
where: outside of his hive, bldg 2 of the ordo neighborhood
what: come see his thoughts, it'll be fun.
when: early evening, back-dated a couple days back.
style: any
status: open
[ A dark cloud looms over the highblood like a particularly brooding and sulking storm. It shifts and pulses like it's alive, black and dark indigo splotches being its only colors at the moment, but here and there a spark of neon green would cut through the cloud like a bolt of lightening.
It suits his mood, as he's hunched over, sitting down on the doorstep of his current hive, deep in thought. He didn't give a shit about people seeing his thoughts at this point. He had nothing to hide, anyway...except perhaps certain memories of his recent humiliation involving a tranquilizer dart being stuck in him, pumping him with a concentrated bit of sopor. That remains a sore spot in his mind, and he mulls over the conditions and judging by the sudden violent imagery and convulsing of the clouds, he's not very happy right now. ]
where: outside of his hive, bldg 2 of the ordo neighborhood
what: come see his thoughts, it'll be fun.
when: early evening, back-dated a couple days back.
style: any
status: open
[ A dark cloud looms over the highblood like a particularly brooding and sulking storm. It shifts and pulses like it's alive, black and dark indigo splotches being its only colors at the moment, but here and there a spark of neon green would cut through the cloud like a bolt of lightening.
It suits his mood, as he's hunched over, sitting down on the doorstep of his current hive, deep in thought. He didn't give a shit about people seeing his thoughts at this point. He had nothing to hide, anyway...except perhaps certain memories of his recent humiliation involving a tranquilizer dart being stuck in him, pumping him with a concentrated bit of sopor. That remains a sore spot in his mind, and he mulls over the conditions and judging by the sudden violent imagery and convulsing of the clouds, he's not very happy right now. ]