Seven Hells

*Rhen* · 06-19-2020, 09:48 PM

this soul is not so vibrant; the reckoning, the sickening
packaging subversion, psuedo sacrosanct perversion

Rhen continued toward the gorge, the only sound daring to interrupt otherwise unending silence that of the crunching snow beneath her steps. She couldn't say what drew her this way but the unknown, what tempted her further but certain potential; but she was always at the mercy of promise, since her youth- youth that seemed, all too often, taken away and replaced with her ever growing desire to know. Ever closer did the femme approach, ever curious, ever thirsty.

Rhen was not prepared for, nor expecting, any sort of interruption to her purposeful exploration; but it had become a repeating pattern, that she always cross paths with other's when least expecting. His voice sliced through the silence, "Heeey there." Her quickened pace slowed to a stop, craning her neck to peek behind her shoulders, and the sight nearly caused her to startle. A truly strange sight, an incredible one; an ebony male, sprinkled with stardust, bounding towards her with... Two grandeur wings. Her eyes widened instantly with curiosity, with adoration, and her expression went vacant, enraptured entirely by this thing she had never seen before.

"this is the way you wished your voice sounds"
my tongue's the only muscle that works harder than my heart

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