the spine
01-05-2015, 10:04 PM
(( I started a reply but had to leave in the middle so my mind kept telling me "yeah, you replied." zzzz ))
 Ghoul drifts from the mist, etched with scars that spiderweb so beautifully across alabaster form. Obsidian lips pull taut in a crooked smile at the tyrant's appearance, audits pushing forth with infinite attentiveness and interest. Perhaps it is born of conceit rather than similarity but the phoenix feels as if she gazes at an alternate reflection, so mottled with scars borne so proudly on wiry pelt, rippling with muscle, paws stained with the ghost of blood cleansed in waters unclean. In those orbs, swathes of celestial and silver, she sees a reciprocal of her daughter. She finds solstice in those eyes, so near to things long lost. Soft sigh, inaudible, passes from parted lips at the way the woman greets her, pleased at the acknowledgement of the possession of her rightful throne. Grin tweaks her lips skyward as the warrior's inquiry graces her ears. "The rightful queen has merely come to pay respects to the tyrant of Alacritia," she replies smoothly, though her voice is void of the sweetness that signals flattery--it is calm, neutral, respectful in the pure lack of honey and condescension. Posture holds even, affable. "Do you plan to take an official throne?" she inquires casually? She can think of a few targets for the woman if she aspires for a perch--that is, if the beautiful savage has no goals of her own. |
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.
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