Express Train....
To Nowhere.....
To Nowhere.....
Constantine sat upon the train with his legs crossed, elegantly did they hang over one another his boots shining against the light fixtures in the lunch cart of the train as it continued to barrel down the tracks, making it's way from Magnolia Town towards Hargeon, the final stop in a long journey across the continent, that had brought a great deal of cash flow and renown to the underworld broker. Constantine would let his wild sanguine hair rest upon his shoulders and down to the small of his back as he raised a porcelain glass to his chocolaty negro lips. Sipping down the piping hot herbal tea he had confiscated from a subordinate earlier. He was after-all in the mood to relax, after all that fighting against the trollkin of the northern plains, and all that. They had taken his arm from him, but not literally, one of his subordinates, a young male by the name of Barnabusta was accompanying him during his time in the Trollkin lands, and was devoured when he made the mistake of scouting ahead without permission. Most would feel emotionally damaged losing a person whom they trusted greatly, but not Constantine. He felt nothing. He let his foot sway as his black heels clicked against the seat, his gold belt sparkling obnoxiously as he wore a blood red vest. He was quite the erotic fellow, lips were always supple, his eyes always poised directly ahead of him, and his muscles carelessly flexing without being forced. He wore the vest open, allowing his pecks to be known to the world, he was a fit motherfuckar after all. He wondered what adventures awaited him on this day, after-all, he had lost one piece of the puzzle, it was time that he replaced, it, but who exactly? [>1<] |
credit to KIAN of BTN