This House Is Falling Apart
12-10-2013, 01:34 AM
It was only a sweetheart with the nature of a ripened blossom that would have reacted so to the cry of pain; perhaps not from within the echoing structure, but rather loitering against the gloomy outsides of a night-fallen world. So silently she sat at the base of a small tree, ivory towers tipped towards the eerie cry of mishap, jaw outstretched as dust-like nostrils would quiver in eager efforts to discover the environment of the being that loomed within. It was a woman no doubt, and though one couldn?t know her intentions, despite the nerves that had accumulated within the pits of her abdomen, the russet oddity would lift her slender chassis; spidery stilts moving with elegance towards the gaping mouth of the cave.
She would hesitate there, hovering upon the brink of deathly darkness; so unwilling to plunge into a world without stars, and without certainty. And yet, with a deep breath the girl would force herself to act as a woman, so warily sinking into the overcast darkness of unknown. With only her nose to guide her, Paradise?s muzzle remained stretched forth, her strides short and careful, ?Hello? Are you hurt, miss?? darling tones would pull free with an incomparable sweetness, an innocence so untouched and so unscathed by the worlds miseries. She was sure she was close now, sensing the presence of not only the babe who had hurt herself, but seemingly also a man. Her stomach churned, nervous, ?My name is Paradise; I assure you I mean well, do either of you need assistance??
