Thread:Toluene/@comment-31177040-20160723215338/@comment-25908355-20160723233410

Footsteps, metallic clangs and shrieks. The unmistakable sounds of metal grinding against rock, and an eerie shadow laid across the floor of the kindgerten.

Carnelain feels a pressing need to salute, yet he keeps his hand to his side. The tall, imposing figure, wearing a pure-black cloak, with little black fire rising from its shoulders and the top of its head.

???: The gemlings are starting to hatch.

It appears to enjoy expressing the obvious.