Crimson and obsidian tinged monarch ingresses on sturdy appendages t'wards thy maidens, he had not come here to find more herd members, but to seek out his thoughts, although much of his herd had vanished and himself, Jareth, and Yarrawa were overdue for some company, and alittle excitement. Something, anything, would do. Deep orbs follow the trio o' doves apon their arrival, seeing each's soul through the outer skin. Excitment? Perhaps. A rowdy toss o' noble crania is given as masculine stand placidly 'fore The Wind, The Spirit, and the Feeling, raven threads blow back in the wind.

[ l.et i.t b.urn ]