Apr 8, 2019 3:49:51 GMT
Post by Falkiev Lad on Apr 8, 2019 3:49:51 GMT
She only ever walks to count her steps, [attr="class","quicklinks"]@nadiasporcine [attr="class","quicklinks"]xxx words Naughty naughty, trying to sneak into the grownups place little knight child <3 | [attr="class","technoscroll"] ❝ The first sign of trouble, had the determined Knight been not so absorbed in her task to notice, might have been the cat. Stealing in on silent feet, the lithe predator moved with an effortless grace through the barren Cathedral, the moonlight shafting through the great windows lighting fur so dark purple is might have been midnight with a silvery sheen, simmering over hairs colored by age and glimmering over muzzle and paws, a dusky golden-yellow that spread across it's underbelly as well and spotted it's back and flanks as it moved past the altars. Emerald eyes, glowing in the half-light with pupils wide to absorb the light, studied the Knight who once a short while ago had been guarding this sacred place and now was busy prodding and searching in frustration about the base of the intricate statue that rose on slender legs there to watch over the place of worship and offering. Whiskers twitched, and, padding closer, the feline leapt onto the closest altar, it's movements for a moment stiff and faltering with a limp as it bounded onto the box before the pedestal that held the replica of one of the sacred type-plates.Watching Nadia for several moments, the aged and shadowy Liepard seemed amused by the Knight's search about the statue, an intelligent glint in it's emerald eyes that seemed to suggest it knew exactly what was going on here. Tail curling around it's paws as it settled onto it's haunches to enjoy, it's long pointed ears pricked forwards, it's attention rapt upon her. Not too far behind the Liepard however was someone a bit less silent, and a bit less impassive about the actions of certain Knight's who were doing things they were not supposed to be doing or in places they should not be. Abandoning post was certainly one of them, and it had not escaped attention that not one, but both of the Knight's charged with guarding the Creator's Cathedral were not where they had been posted. One it seemed had merely vanished, and the other... Well, suffice to say the other was also not exactly fulfilling her role as she was given it. Black boots clicked down the corridor, quiet in each precise click, each meticulously in-time and even, yet it still managed to be ominously loud as it echoed in the empty and oppressively quiet Cathedral. Emerald eyes glanced to the figure, pointed teeth glinting a moment as a dark tail flicked. Seth's eyes were drawn to the lone other human figure in the Cathedral at this late hour, hazel irises dark in the murky lighting and his form blending with the shadows, black pants tucked into boots and his jacket equally dark, with bars of green greyed out in the dark. The edge of a green turtleneck wrapped around his neck, and long hair was in a loose ponytail instead of up like it normally was, it might have been clear at a glance he had not been |
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