Live Like you are diying.
08-14-2014, 09:15 PM
It was a whirling storm outside. Snow twisted and danced about with Alacritis's breath in which, too, was white. The temperature would inevitably plummet as the frozen liquid painted the air around the chambers. Now she half-wished that she rested upon the lands of Abaven. Spring warmed her new-found abode and painted it in a welcoming emerald hue. This land was isolated - barren and empty as her soul. Perhaps it was the gods' sense of humor toying with her, mocking her cold, cold heart. Shallow breaths would become normal, but ice still gnawed at her lungs causing each breath to become complete agony. Though, agony was a familiar feeling and so would go ignored, allowing no signs of discomfort to show upon her being. Audits captured each syllable the stranger spoke - it was a strain to hear his words with the howling wind outside. Nevertheless, the words were understood. Venus. My name is Venus. I do not believe I remember gathering your name? Though, his name was unimportant to her. The two of them would probably cross paths again, or would they? Either way, she felt it was polite to address the male properly since he saved her from the frozen north. Without him - the winter would have consumed her. Although far away from Abaven's warmth, her mind traveled there. Maybe the recent promotions had driven her away to seek another adventure. Perhaps she felt her chances of becoming more than Mruni had slimmed since her encounter on the borders. To be honest, Venus had no idea what drove her to these wastelands. Her body had seemingly carried her here against her will. Turning her attention back to her situation, she looked at the male with a sense of wonder. Why did he carry himself to these parts? But the wintry weather did not seem to phase him as it did her. Maybe he had a home here. The weather outside did not show signs of releasing it's cold grasp upon the atmosphere. The two of them would probably be kept prison in this dungeon for some time - overnight, even. Looks like we may be stuck here a while. So, why don't ya tell me a little about yourself? Her final words were wrapped in her usual flirtatious purr. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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