Post by Darkfall on Sept 22, 2010 0:09:08 GMT -5
Sitting back in the lounging chair deeply, slightly slouched in his normal relaxed posture, to the extreme even, with his feet propped on on the small table he had cleared and moved infront of him to be used as an ottoman, Isen puffs on his strange smelling cigar. Having shed his chain long ago when he and Lilly returned he sits dressed in a simple pair of baggy black pants, tapping his finger quietly against a hard covered book, which is very simple in appearance being only blackened leather, in the low lit inn room. Though his gaze seems more reflective, he breaks thought a moment as his eyes refocus to fall upon Lilly, sleeping quietly. A faint smile crosses his lips as he watches her sleep a moment, before his eyes turn down to the book as he places the cigar to be held in his teeth, a hand reaching to open the book, the other grabbing the quill from the inkwell he set on the floor, chuckling quietly to himself
What have I gotten myself into? Me? A sort of Lord? A Husband? It amazed me to sit and think how far I may have come from the wandering power-hungry doppelganger that I always saw myself as. Before hand the only thing that I cared for was feeding this hunger that burns deep inside of me, at any cost, that for gathering as many forms as I can. But all of that changed not long ago when I had met her. Someone that I have grown to care for. Laila. Lilly. Such a strange girl to me, such an intriguing girl, she constantly challanges me, defies my expectations without fail; as beautiful as she is intelligent, and just as hungry for something greater as I am. Over time she and I have quickly come together, being more of like mind then even I had orginally guessed, and now she feels for me as I do for her, of that much I am certain. But she makes me smile; She clings to traditions when it comes to mating and pairing that I do not understand, but for her, I will do. It may not always be easy, patience is not my strong point, but I can hear my Mother's voice even now, standing over me with her half scolding, half amused tone, "Nothing worth having is ever easy, my Isendil. Be calm, and be true and the seeds you plant will always grow."
Even outside of my budding love life, thing are exceptional for me. I've been given a shared rule over a village with my friends Aaron, Lilith, and the strange Northlander Sven. I cannot even begin to describe my excitement over this and I have high expectations for this, our village, and look forward to trying my hand at this experience that is so very new to me with them. Gonna be honest, though, I don't have a damn clue what I'm doing with it, but..I think I can wing it! As far as my personal power goes... my plans are going well, I think. I am gaining new forms at an extraordinaty rate, with each new form I grow that much stronger. And if I absorb all the forms that I can..my power will be near limitless in time. But as for a form that I have my eyes on currently..to borrow an analogy from Mother, seeds I've planted may just bear fruit yet. Big, red, firey fruit. The plan is not perfect, of course, few things ever are, but the groundwork is laid...tempting them of that bite to take. One thing remains in my mind, however. What the hell is with this ring? I must find out more about it, but, where do I begin?
Blowing on the ink to dry it, Isen closes the book slowly, placing it back into his pack. Pinching the cherry of his cigar to outen it, he grins faintly again as his eyes raise again to look at Lilly a moment before he leans his head back. As his eyes close, he slips into Reverie for the last few hours before he must wake Lilly for her shift.
What have I gotten myself into? Me? A sort of Lord? A Husband? It amazed me to sit and think how far I may have come from the wandering power-hungry doppelganger that I always saw myself as. Before hand the only thing that I cared for was feeding this hunger that burns deep inside of me, at any cost, that for gathering as many forms as I can. But all of that changed not long ago when I had met her. Someone that I have grown to care for. Laila. Lilly. Such a strange girl to me, such an intriguing girl, she constantly challanges me, defies my expectations without fail; as beautiful as she is intelligent, and just as hungry for something greater as I am. Over time she and I have quickly come together, being more of like mind then even I had orginally guessed, and now she feels for me as I do for her, of that much I am certain. But she makes me smile; She clings to traditions when it comes to mating and pairing that I do not understand, but for her, I will do. It may not always be easy, patience is not my strong point, but I can hear my Mother's voice even now, standing over me with her half scolding, half amused tone, "Nothing worth having is ever easy, my Isendil. Be calm, and be true and the seeds you plant will always grow."
Even outside of my budding love life, thing are exceptional for me. I've been given a shared rule over a village with my friends Aaron, Lilith, and the strange Northlander Sven. I cannot even begin to describe my excitement over this and I have high expectations for this, our village, and look forward to trying my hand at this experience that is so very new to me with them. Gonna be honest, though, I don't have a damn clue what I'm doing with it, but..I think I can wing it! As far as my personal power goes... my plans are going well, I think. I am gaining new forms at an extraordinaty rate, with each new form I grow that much stronger. And if I absorb all the forms that I can..my power will be near limitless in time. But as for a form that I have my eyes on currently..to borrow an analogy from Mother, seeds I've planted may just bear fruit yet. Big, red, firey fruit. The plan is not perfect, of course, few things ever are, but the groundwork is laid...tempting them of that bite to take. One thing remains in my mind, however. What the hell is with this ring? I must find out more about it, but, where do I begin?
Blowing on the ink to dry it, Isen closes the book slowly, placing it back into his pack. Pinching the cherry of his cigar to outen it, he grins faintly again as his eyes raise again to look at Lilly a moment before he leans his head back. As his eyes close, he slips into Reverie for the last few hours before he must wake Lilly for her shift.