Post by son on May 19, 2008 16:22:46 GMT -5
Malachi had been buried under the pressures of living in royalty. Ever since Avalon's fall his parents had kept them under their wings, making sure that they did not do anything that would reveal their hideaway. He never knew his mother to be so cowardly, but he figured it was all for the best since their home and all their Avalonian riches were gone. But tonight, tonight he had to leave. Being who he is, he did.
Malachi wore a simple black t-shirt and a black long jeans that sacked at his ankles. He stepped into the club, his eyes immediately reaching the bar, and he pushed his way through the crowd to reach there. He sat down, signaled the tender and ordered himself a raw vodka. Yes, tonight it was going to be all him.
Malachi wore a simple black t-shirt and a black long jeans that sacked at his ankles. He stepped into the club, his eyes immediately reaching the bar, and he pushed his way through the crowd to reach there. He sat down, signaled the tender and ordered himself a raw vodka. Yes, tonight it was going to be all him.