[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/uTOQNuwuHyUklPkyCf/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]Free to go back on my own
But is it still a home when you're all alone

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1j2LoW3P14][color=556B2F]- [I]"All the King's Horses" by Karmina[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Gate to the Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park)
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	Thalken let out a small frustrated sigh as his eyes slowly opened again. He glanced upwards at The Great Bazhooli as the man began to speak once more. Perhaps in the moment he wasn't giving Vladimir his full attention, as his mind was still preoccupied by thoughts of home, or what he had once considered home. If he was honest with himself, he would have said that the Talink Manor had stopped being his home ages ago. His father Beowulf tainted anything he touched, and perhaps in some ways, the same could be said of Thalken. Here's to hoping that would change. 

	Anyways, Thalken's attention suddenly snapped back into reality at Vladimir's suggestion of sending a messenger to the Talink Manor. [color=556B2F]"NO!"[/color] he retorted sharply, his gaze snapping upwards. He grimaced soon after as he realized the tone of his voice came out harsher than he had intended. He took a deep. hopefully calming breath as he reined in the sudden surge of emotions that threatened to spill out in full. After taking a few moments to regain what little compsure he had to begin with, he finally attempted to speak again. [color=556B2F]"No,"[/color] he stated, his voice sounding a bit gruff as he struggled to keep it level. [color=556B2F]"No, I want to speak to the Lady Crypt in person."[/color]

	He bit his tongue from thereon, fearing any further attempts to speak would be unsuccessful. Yet, all the while a fire seemed to dance within his dark eyes. Whether an unkempt fire was better than the icy coldness he usually exuded was to be determined. He removed his gaze from The Great Bazhooli, ignoring the man's no doubt fake pleasantries. Thalken's pride was at stake here, and yet he couldn't seem to care any less in the moment. The truth was that he just wanted to get through the night before he became so broken that he was beyond repair.