† is this title by which i am known just a veil of cunning contrary psychology? Precise, I am just a travesty. But that was plain to you, wasn't it? I am singular as the one trying to pull the wool over your eyes - as they say - when the wool is perfectly vaporous. A sham really, that I choose to act the antipodal of my personal label. Innocent, yeah, as innocent as that seagull that once pooped on your pulchritudinously groomed hair. Don't call me moppet; it'll come back and bite you in the... tardy. Foreign really, that you may think I am innocent in these malignant realms just by my name. Don't be fooled by a sham so obviously lucid †
† mutineer pronounces his presence upon the mire cumulus on which is set a multitude of heavy granite boulders with a tawdry lure toward his lesser herd mates. Lanky limbs extend and contract at a vivacious four beat pace. Lengthy strands of onyx pigment swathe freely about spry hocks, flouncing rearward and forward with each stride. Customarily sleek onyx broad appears smudged and blemished with earthen borne substances such as mire and grease from the drawn-out tasks of an archaic figure †
† so, all had been judged now. Muzzle reaches toward the bleak horizon, agile vocal chords visibly shuddering with a summons to all within the harem. With Valiente's long absence he must take up his role. Gather round, one and all, be given tasks, and set goals. Maybe then you will earn a higher rank †
† the innocent †
† archaic figure of stonehenge †
† bound to the distance †