the spine
12-29-2014, 09:24 PM
The phoenix captures that singular scent on the wind and she tracks it, hounds it, until it brings her here. It smells of her, reeks so wonderfully of her and the strength of the scent draws dark lips tight in a grin. Mercury paces himself beside her, halting with her as she hesitates at the edge of the dark woods. The white wraith holds no official territory here in the eyes of Alacritia but to Jupiter, it is a kingdom as valid as her own. And so she waits. Haunches lower to the earth, patiently. Waiting for the tyrant to come inevitably forth from her lair. |
prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.public enemy #1
crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.
because i like it when you're on your knees.