Recent content by Roki

There through the blaze, was a current. Green as jade. Warm as golden luck. There through the current, cool and calming, was the mud. Wet betwixt his toes. Squished about his ankles. The low rumble and croak of frog songs, and the mire stink of bogweeds. Clouds of silt that danced like smoke...

Odd little chuckles bubbled up from behind his quirked smile as the small touch and goes of her hand played against the pads of his fingertips. "Oh?" he asked in regard to helping. "C-creeping cykaeda?" he parroted. Thought on what he had learned in Master Brambleshell's hortimancy lectures...

Roki stared at the smear left on the ground. The way the many legs left behind the boot twitched and scratched and crilly crawled across the nothing that met them. Golden eyes blinked behind the pale painted mask of the monkey. Slow and careful, as if to close his eyes to quickly to the light...

A swell of feeling. Their hands still bound together by the want to hold on. To the moment. To the memory. The support. That she gave him , and that he tried to give back. The what and the how, he couldn't quite piece. His feet, near rootless. Pads and heels felt like they carried no weight...

Roki stared wide eyed a moment at Lou. Almost in wonder as he watched her. The play of light through her hair, how the sun kissed her cheeks, while the shade darkened half her strands. He saw the dark redness across her hands, felt his tongue move heavy in his mouth as he gasped, half reached...

What a curious fox he had found. She didn't let go of his staff, and neither did he. Each half, an opposite force that pushed at the other's pull, and pulled at the other's push. Balanced and neutral. How it made Roki grin wide beneath his red-faced mask, and how it had his periwinkle...

And he would see what had become of them. As the tongues of countless colors danced. His own shadow there with it. Noa there beside it all. Tall and beautiful, and strong. She saw it, as much as he did. She had to. It was in her eyes as it was in his. Refracted across the countless...

There sure was a lot to see. The shows of magick, the flash and dazzle of skirts and robs and glittering jewels. It all set his mouth to grin. His cheeks to ache, as his heart swelled with the currents of so much feel- A coldness struck him. A hand reached out and grabbed at him. Fingers, long...

A bump and press. He was braced up. His head dizzy some. Heavy. He definitely felt heavy. Felt like he wanted nothing more than to fall to the ground. Melt into a puddle. Turn into a soot print across the floor. His hands hung, low, but Lou helped him out. Stumble-step and clumsy as he...

Roki watched, eyes wide and golden. She was just kinda, standing there, wasn't she? Cheeks blushed with rouge, a color that made him smile all the more. A breath huffed out of his throat with a wheezy, hee, as his cheeks dimpled, and his eyes went squinty with mischievous joy. Then she...

An easy grin crept across Roki's features, as he took the little lemon sweet from Saskia with a wink. "Can't tell if I right like it just yet," he said, and bit into the treat. In trio, they shuffled along. More and more, those with masks poured about. Laughs and flirtations filled the air, as...

Triumph. Victory. Models! All was right in his- A hard yank at his hood pulled him off balance. Utterances of disbelief and surprise fell from his mouth. Then puke. Lots of horrid. Wet. Stinking puke. It seeped and stuck and ran and stank and Roki. Roki had a very good nose. Was sensitive...

Roki grinned and gave a nod to Alaric. "Not yet," he said sure as sure. Pulled in, he whooped. Laughed, and settled into step alongside the pair of Sworn. Fixed his cloaked cape some with fine adjustments from his left hand, "I was just as surprised as you were, Saskia, believe me," his right...

A diplomatic mission. What exactly was diplomatic about Syrs Kerraelas and Wulf, Roki couldn't quite say. What he could say, however, was that he looked, dashing. And his tusked grin proved it all the more. Golden yellow threads, balanced with the lustrous black of his cape. Textures that...

The cups drained fast. Gruki said something. "Big, beautiful sister that you are!" Roki said with a wide grin across his lips. Pointer finger jut out from here middle and ring curled around the bell of a wooden cup. "You're... ALwaAys lookIN out fer Me, SIS!" he said, and wrapped an arm...