Skeletons and Hexes
12-26-2018, 05:02 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-01-2019, 06:43 PM by Nephthys.)
Dance with the Devil || To the unaccustomed eye the plains were a beautiful swathe of rolling green divided by walls of mossy grey stone, picturesque by any standards. But to the luciferian woman it was just grass, grass and more grass. She had never noticed the wide variety of deciduous bushes in the west the last time she was here, or how their many different sized leaves adopted different hues in the autumn. Even these were just mud, sticks and leaf litter under teacup paw. This plain field laid before her like a divine fingerprint, as she continued to manoeuvre her reptilian bodice, curving and changing, no two parts the same. In all the world this view was unique, such is the way of the world. The dip and sway of the land, the patterns and species of flora, the every changing sky and wind. Every day was a new snapshot in time, for even this one place, this view from one fine bush on a hill, could never be exactly the same two days in a row.
Why was she here? She decided to leave to search for her family that once again abandoned her and she returned a failure. Each step was calculated, one paw in front of the other, fore she might be defeated but she never forgot who she was. Who was she now? A family that ran from her. A lover that ran from her. Bushy, elongated tail striked at a near by bush, making its colorful leaves to fall down the muddy ground. Anger filled her veins, burning her from the inside out.
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