GLOWING LIKE EMBERS IN HER DYING BREATH

*Raisa* · 01-12-2014, 10:39 AM

And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

Raisa's steps were slow, deliberate, and spoke of deep thought. She had long since lost track of where she was or where she might be heading. Koros walked at her side, swimming in thoughts of his own. They had decided, for now, to leave the volcano. It's deadly possibility no longer intrigued the dark minded fae, and she was of a mind to enjoy the lustful splendor of springtime. If she returned to her sulfurous home some day, well, she supposed time alone would tell. As it was, the sun had set mayhaps an hour past, and what a glorious conflagration it had been. Rarely did the evening sky exhibit so many colors with such intense saturation. It had been lovely, but it had not moved her. She was otherwise occupied, and feeling inexplicably melancholy. The spring rejuvenation had done little and less for her spirits, despite her best attempts to pick them up. Apparently, being optimistic was harder than she had anticipated.

A gasp from Koros made her look up at last, and her own followed in it's shadow. They had wandered into paradise, some sort of haven she had never seen the likes of before. All about them stars drifted in the air, bobbing and flickering and casting their dim light across the earth. They glowed among the trees, turning the newborn leaflets golden for mere seconds in time. She walked on, her slow steps sending her along the terrain in a smoothing, gliding fashion. Her breath caught once more as they came upon the water. The night sky had taken liquid form within it, lapping at the shore in a gentle fashion. The serenity of this place was supreme, and awe-inducing. Transfixed, Raisa walked along it's shore, eyes to the sky and limbs deftly, dumbly carrying her along. So transfixed was she, she hardly noticed the immense white wolf laying before her, until she was upon her.

"Talk" Think "Listen"

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