Seven Hells
06-18-2020, 01:59 AM
this soul is not so vibrant; the reckoning, the sickening
packaging subversion, psuedo sacrosanct perversion
Rhen had always had an aptitude for strangeness, her entire essence in whole a truly unique, sometimes otherworldly thing- but she had never known the sort of strangeness she had thus seen in these lands. She couldn't get that man out of her head, whom seemed to have near perfect control over the laws of nature, as beasts of greater instinct seemed to willingly bend to his command. It hadn't crossed her mind it was more companionship then not, but perhaps it had been altered into her mind that way.
She had since traveled from the heaven-spire to a far more familiar landscape, despite having never been. The heavy scent of evergreen was a welcomed aroma, reminding her much of her home, which seemed eons away now- the howling wind, the flurried snow, the unfamiliar landscape, on the other hand, held a different kind of potential; potential in exploration, in ambition, in those things she ever desperately sought. Perhaps, were she lucky, she'd find another, just as intriguing, just as benevolent in presence.
Each step she took caused a subtle groan beneath her paws of the snow, emerald orbs vacant as she scanned the horizons, seeing before her a gorge that beckoned her ever closer- she had already decided, once in question, though, that it was no mistake she had found this land. Surrounded in a world of white, her ashen grey fur stuck out in heavy contrast, though she not once worried of what such a beacon might summon. No, on the contrary, she welcomed the idea, that she was so noticeable.
"this is the way you wished your voice sounds"
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
She had since traveled from the heaven-spire to a far more familiar landscape, despite having never been. The heavy scent of evergreen was a welcomed aroma, reminding her much of her home, which seemed eons away now- the howling wind, the flurried snow, the unfamiliar landscape, on the other hand, held a different kind of potential; potential in exploration, in ambition, in those things she ever desperately sought. Perhaps, were she lucky, she'd find another, just as intriguing, just as benevolent in presence.
Each step she took caused a subtle groan beneath her paws of the snow, emerald orbs vacant as she scanned the horizons, seeing before her a gorge that beckoned her ever closer- she had already decided, once in question, though, that it was no mistake she had found this land. Surrounded in a world of white, her ashen grey fur stuck out in heavy contrast, though she not once worried of what such a beacon might summon. No, on the contrary, she welcomed the idea, that she was so noticeable.
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart
Current time: 09-17-2024, 11:22 PM
Powered By MyBB, © 2002-2024 MyBB Group.
