A chance for change
03-10-2014, 12:51 AM
From her brittle glimmer of existence upon the Battlefield Isardis had begun to grow obsessed; lured by a child he had sworn to abandon as his own, piercing hooks cast deep within his jowls, wounded by barbs of desperation and reeled by the very bait she beckoned him with. But his mind was more sure this time than it had been all that time ago, today he hungered her presence with a keen lust for her burgundy vision, craved to see the sway of her diseased existence. She rattled in his mind like something more-or-less out of place, a tiny something-or-rather that did not quite know it belonged amongst the tightly-packed shelves. And so eager his ticking hoarder was; searching so desperately to discover her purpose within his life, a purpose so long ago lost. But she had company, a woman of exquisite difference, of enticing wonder; however within the presence of Sibelle, she was no more than another babe within reach. ?Shall I wait for you here or polish your path, russet princess?? his words were of low taunt, lips twitching with mild amusement as his compulsive rubies captured her form as it made suit for the inclination; weaving out from beneath the cover of a deceased tree skeleton. |