Jul 24, 2011 22:27
[He can feel it. One can barely make out the silhouette of the figure that nears the large wall that encircles the city, but with his black clothing, his is a form more solid than shadows. He lifts a hand towards the wall, prompting a slight glow from its surface in preparation for retaliation from an attempted breach.
The light reveals enough of for a glimpse of the grin that pulls across his face. The light dies away when he lowers his hand, shadows falling over a him that one would probably miss when he licks his lips.]
Interesting.
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