Get Down with the Sickness

N/A · 01-27-2014, 06:29 PM

And who was to guess the caramel wanderer would be gifted the tell-tale perfumes of family, a scent so recognisable and welcomed it would weave her nostrils and simultaneously squeeze her lungs. For a moment she would seem almost breathless in shock, vibrant eyes of blazing firestone glancing to and fro the winter landscape she so mindlessly ambled. How long her siblings had been here was hard to say, Eyfura had been slow to leave the grasps of their father?s pack after his death, but none-the-less she had finally pulled herself away from its monstrous structures. All for the better of course, if Hati hadn?t been the one to behead the foul lord then surely she or another would have.

Power emanated from every profound stride, the massive woman bound by the structures of her magnificent lineage; paws splayed against ice carpets, extensive legs carved with bands of sinew and rested by the broad stretches of her colossal ribcage. As strong in body as she was at mind, the Hr??vitnisd?ttir siren would soon find herself wound beneath the centre of her families bickering; as crazed and juvenile as ever. But a sense of fond adoration, or maternal sensation would heat within her chest, and as the magnificent blood would pause upon the brink of their presence, near-void expression would be cast to them all with a gaze indecision, ?I see not much has changed,? brittle but sincere, it was a greeting all the same.

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