† the innocent †

† is this title by which i am known just a veil of cunning contrary psychology? Precise, I am just a travesty. But that was plain to you, wasn't it? I am singular as the one trying to pull the wool over your eyes - as they say - when the wool is perfectly vaporous. A sham really, that I choose to act the antipodal of my personal label. Innocent, yeah, as innocent as that seagull that once pooped on your pulchritudinously groomed hair. Don't call me moppet; it'll come back and bite you in the... tardy. Foreign really, that you may think I am innocent in these malignant realms just by my name. Don't be fooled by a sham so obviously lucid †

† somatic †

† mutineer pronounces his entry upon the mire cumulus set with a multitude of heavy granite boulders with a tawdry lure toward his superior; Valiente, Pilot of Stonehenge. Lanky limbs extend and contract at a vivacious four beat pace. Lengthy strands of onyx pigment swathe freely about spry hocks, flouncing rearward and forward with each stride. Customarily sleek onyx broad appears smudged and blemished with earthen borne substances such as mire and grease from the drawn-out trek to Tomorrow's Wrath. However, after much delay he had succeeded in earning his entry. Now he sought Valiente; for acceptance and a higher tier than commoner he sought. Yes, he was young, but a stately future lay ahead for him. Perferably as sentinel. So, pray Valiente, let us kick start the astronomers before the quarry and plane horses get a visitation to our coming prominence †
† withdrawn †
and besides; you owe me something as owner. Hehe, good to be in high places.

† the innocent †
† ????? of Stonehenge †