Lost with the bitter cold
10-03-2013, 01:21 PM
A pair of venomous orbs glittered from their dark nest, spitefully affixing to the ravaged inlet. Her movements were calm, a watery, reptilian grace, plumed tail carried like a venerable pennant with its unspoken feathered decree of self-importance. But for all her terrible, enigmatic splendor the dye of worry besmirched the turquoise gems. Doubt and dismay bubbled callously beneath the surface of the witch?s fa?ade, a virulent taint that offered no reprieve in their incessant clawing at the walls of her mind. Their intent was to carve a niche in Alacritis, aiming to escape the chaos of warfare and strife garnered from equivocal origins. Somehow it had been hypothesized that the effort would be minimal. That their flight from crimson-splattered beginnings would invoke immediate reward, a speedily proven fallacy since their defection and every day that had followed in its wake. Now they traveled aimlessly north with winter gnawing at their hackles and discontent purging her of optimism, little though she had. Lietaenyl shivered, bracing angled pillars against the cold front howling tunelessly in her ears, trying vainly to uncover where their plans fallen apart. ?Zodi!? She might as well have not spoken at all for her bark drowned in the gales that tormented them. She cast her eyes blearily over the form of her companion, her scarred and stoic sister and accomplice. From early on it had been established that where Zodiac roamed, so too would Lietaenyl and thusly would allow her to lead. However now she questioned the soundness of the other dame?s directional sense. She shook her head, pushing aside her uncertainty and quickening her steps until she was firmly pressed against the dame?s side, latching onto her like a barnacle. The question she had intended to ask died on her lips as the striped witch acknowledged her companion?s tension, the sharpness of her stare quieting any complaint she?d meant to voice. The medic jerked her attention in front of them, searching the landscape for threatening shapes. Speech, |
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