lord, have mercy [watching the fire]

[LUCINDER XIU]

EVERY OCCASION HAS ITS DISCUSSION—


the storm had hit every one of them. it pained him, it was another scar to add to his memories. he missed his parents elsweyr and arrow - the ones who had killed them could burn in hell for all he cared. hell, he wished. the moon hung low in the air, a thin slash lighting up the sky. he was sitting in front of a small ruined house, previous owner unknown. there was a small pool of water drenching the area. a little bit of water lapped at his paws and he let himself settle down. watching the moss climb slowly up the walls of the ruins. the flames tickled his back and ran down the length of his arm and he pressed his paw against the wood. slowly, slowly, transferring the heat from his body up into the material worn and torn with age and the brutal battering of the weathers. he curled his tail around his paws and watched, transfixed, as the flames crept inch and inch higher until it was eating away at the rundown building.



—AND EVERY GENERATION HAS ITS MEN

"SPEECH"

ROUND UP YOUR SOLDIERS, QUEEN—
lucinder x — tanglewood — 2 years & 5 months
[color=#C178B7]—BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY CALL STRENGTH