regrowth

Exposed · 12-19-2024, 03:30 PM

Ludovic..

She’d jolt awake, deep slumbers torn away by the bewails and aches of crooking boughs swaying against each other like constricting boas, hummingbird foliages daring to swallow the earth whole in one, chartreuse bite.

Their bass olive, malachite tendrils seemed to bravingly cavort agin one another like corrival’s on a theatre of war, both melding and waning. A hallucination, perhaps a nightmare, it would thus become a nugatory afterthought, for now. Lebraid was an infernal woman, laved in mossy starches and graveyard minerals, mimicking that of a ghostly, eidolon cacodemon beget from purgatory. An ear would flick, orthochromatic nebula’s blinking against the sunlit pockets —— but it was the stench of a boy that pervaded greatly —— who, pray tell, did she owe this stark displeasure? A low, groggy thrum brayed from the pits of her gut, therein rising from where she lay atop the pistachio, june-bud and tealish pasture, intentful on one thing; intel, a vital asset she continued to procure. Of course, it didn’t take long to find a dire, burnt by a moonless night, yet listrated in glosses of supernova, lava-like diacritics, fire breathing and vivid -- still, she couldn’t care less for aesthetics. Ahead, howbeit, sat a harrowing tree, gnarled in charred bark and sews of regrowth. She stared for but a moment, yet that wintry, soulless, calculative gaze soon fell upon the swarthy, aureate-hued wolf with a deadpan stare.

“And you are,” She began, vocals gruff and chasmic, “Who, exactly?” It was a question, yes, more or less, but who’s to say otherwise? Lebraid was no dunce, and she wouldn’t be seen as one, either.

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