Gone, Gone, Gone
04-12-2013, 08:22 AM
The banshee had paced the eerie borders of the tangled forest for what seemed like far too long, the heavy blurs of fog that enveloped the trunks of shedding trees far from the ladies idea of alluring. Chanting night creatures sent shudders of pleasure through the pits of her stomach, a counterfeit sense of hazard rising within the caverns of her chest, war-songs echoing through hollow chambers and drowning in pulsing arteries. The ecstasy of unknowing dared her to move forward, limbs seeking out secure footing as a decaying carpet seemed to squirm beneath her gliding chassis, alive with the presence of death.
His presence lingered somewhere unseen, the coming and going of his tell-tale cologne enough to drive her forward with a prevailing fortitude, each stride more convinced than the last. She knew not what to expect, and yet it didn?t seem to matter. Ropes of vegetation threatened to avert her success, the straining and cracking of fibres the only cause that would give away the vixen?s locality; her mind far too preoccupied to worry for stealth. It was strong now; his scent invaded her nostrils, over powered her senses, and yet it was hardly satisfying.
She paused.
Limbs ceasing beneath her spine, towers flicking attentively as she attempted to locate her brother amidst the obstructions of the forest floor. It had been so long, so long. A half-hearted howl threatened to caress the midnight sky, though it tapered quickly, a brief and harmonious christen, secretive in its manners yet aching in its yearnful drawl. There. Movement stirred, muscles twitching, nostrils quivering; an impatient whimper skimming the fragile rims of her gullet. A separation in the canopy exposed the vixen?s location, a momentary river-bend of luminous silver dancing across the tawny slopes of her spine as she waited, searching desperately for an unremitting view of her siblings elusive form.
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