Devil May Cry
03-04-2019, 08:36 AM
As time elapses endlessly the bronze mistress sat there amongst the saline mainland shore retrospectively reflecting on her life. The water was scorching hot as it crashed violently against the rough, golden sand, obliterating all to be seen. The amber lukewarm sun glistens elegantly in the pale blue sky as clouds cascade to and fro. A white blanket of froth forms as the tide gradually approaches the shore. She began to feel isolated and restricted from the rest of the world. A sense of nostalgia gushes through her feline-like, slender bodice as it feels as if she had been here for ever consulting with her self. She had made a name for herself since she returned to the land of Boreas. Not only that she joined a pack but she brought forth children of her own. And found a admirable and worthy mate of her own, it was more a game of chess between them, each of them using the other as pawns but it worked much better than those matings based on love. She even managed to defeat her father and take his crown of Leader of their family. Yes, she made something of herself. Nothing was to be heard nor seen around her for the time being, nothing at all. Just her and the tranquillising waves which crashed vigorously against the shore. Immersed in salient melancholy, the bronze mistress's memory — lethe, and sensual inadvertence — came to her in fragmentations; broken dreams and ideals met, ever thrusting its moist fingers into her state; raking her heart in divisions of blood, senseless disorientation, and thirsting agony. Speech |
