Long Time Traveler
06-18-2020, 01:44 AM
this soul is not so vibrant; the reckoning, the sickening
packaging subversion, psuedo sacrosanct perversion
She couldn't help the way her eyes widened as the man approached her, offering no signs of hostility nor threat; for that, she was glad, but her curiosities were swiftly growing into something more; was she dreaming? Curiosity turned frustrations of not understanding just what was happening grew evident as her brows furrowed atop round eyes, lips parting just slightly. She got a better look at the animals that heeled after him; a vulture, a leopard of some kind, and... Unnoticed before, a bear. Her eyes turned to it first, being the center of her attention; she hardly caught his words as she stared curiously, longingly, to the grizzly.
"Well met, wolf od the ice," she remembered him saying, eyes turning back to the saber toothed wolf a moment, her lips curling into a serpentine grin. "Master of beasts," Rhen teased back, fluttering dark lashes with a girlish giggle. The feline leaned upon his legs, the vulture rode him as though a saddle were present, and the bear ever approached Rhen- what happened next, she couldn't believe. It rose to two limbs, a paw rising up in a manner she had not recognized; "Hu-llo," is said. Rhen gasped, but her smile never once faded. It was a whiskey hued beast, with golden markings embroidering it's face; she found herself unable to stop herself as she swiftly approached the beast.
Perhaps a lifetime ago, in another place, she'd had never done such a brash, bold thing; but she had no reason to believe this beast of any ill intent. She approached it, stretching a lithe neck forward, and touching her nose to bear's thick pads, inhaling the scent curiously. She remembered he father wearing the skin of one of these, before; but now she wondered why, if they could be so... Friendly? "Hu-llo, beasty," she greeted with such a soft voice, equipped with a warm smirk.
"this is the way you wished your voice sounds"
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
"Well met, wolf od the ice," she remembered him saying, eyes turning back to the saber toothed wolf a moment, her lips curling into a serpentine grin. "Master of beasts," Rhen teased back, fluttering dark lashes with a girlish giggle. The feline leaned upon his legs, the vulture rode him as though a saddle were present, and the bear ever approached Rhen- what happened next, she couldn't believe. It rose to two limbs, a paw rising up in a manner she had not recognized; "Hu-llo," is said. Rhen gasped, but her smile never once faded. It was a whiskey hued beast, with golden markings embroidering it's face; she found herself unable to stop herself as she swiftly approached the beast.
Perhaps a lifetime ago, in another place, she'd had never done such a brash, bold thing; but she had no reason to believe this beast of any ill intent. She approached it, stretching a lithe neck forward, and touching her nose to bear's thick pads, inhaling the scent curiously. She remembered he father wearing the skin of one of these, before; but now she wondered why, if they could be so... Friendly? "Hu-llo, beasty," she greeted with such a soft voice, equipped with a warm smirk.
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
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