Long Time Traveler
06-18-2020, 01:00 AM
this soul is not so vibrant; the reckoning, the sickening
packaging subversion, psuedo sacrosanct perversion
She found herself trapped in time, were such a thing possible; though she had long believed nothing to be. In a frozen stupor, Rhen only saw that which lay before her, a grandeur castle of glass forever reaching skyward, it's icy spires and pillars reflecting the light of the snow around her. Emerald orbs were trained on it for a long while, ebony lips parted as each breath formed a cloud of fog just before her slim muzzle. What she would give, in this moment, for mother's company, to dare try to explain such a... Formation? She could think not of a single word in her known vocabulary to describe this beast of a sight, and she felt an ache in her heart as she longed to understand.
A sudden gust of wind danced through each strand of coarse fur of her chest and cheeks, causing it to billow forward as she held in a giggle; was nature, in that moment, trying to remind her she simply couldn't stand here the rest of her life in awe? A moment later, though, brows furrowed with curiosity; a scent was carried in the wind, an entirely unfamiliar one, like many things in this land had been. It was stranger, though, that the scent... Could not be identified to any singular essence. It was a mixture of more than one, more than wolf, and it dared cause Rhen to slowly turn her back on the heaven-spire she had found such intrigue in, almost regrettably.
She saw them in the near distance; an ebony male of massive proportion, whose eyes, even from this distance, seemed to mimic the coolest of ice... And jutting forth from his lips, two shimmering fangs. Instantly, her own emerald orbs lit up in curiosity as she dared a step forward, stopping when she caught the others; a feline, one she had never seen, and a bird, mounted atop his back. She cocked her head, then lowered it, finding herself again stunned into perplextion of those things she understood not.
"this is the way you wished your voice sounds"
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
A sudden gust of wind danced through each strand of coarse fur of her chest and cheeks, causing it to billow forward as she held in a giggle; was nature, in that moment, trying to remind her she simply couldn't stand here the rest of her life in awe? A moment later, though, brows furrowed with curiosity; a scent was carried in the wind, an entirely unfamiliar one, like many things in this land had been. It was stranger, though, that the scent... Could not be identified to any singular essence. It was a mixture of more than one, more than wolf, and it dared cause Rhen to slowly turn her back on the heaven-spire she had found such intrigue in, almost regrettably.
She saw them in the near distance; an ebony male of massive proportion, whose eyes, even from this distance, seemed to mimic the coolest of ice... And jutting forth from his lips, two shimmering fangs. Instantly, her own emerald orbs lit up in curiosity as she dared a step forward, stopping when she caught the others; a feline, one she had never seen, and a bird, mounted atop his back. She cocked her head, then lowered it, finding herself again stunned into perplextion of those things she understood not.
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
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