Brother, Brother, Where Art Thou?
Her bloodshot eyes twitch uncomfortably, under her un-groomed, jet black tendrils. Crimson liquid stain her crooked neck from her previous fight with the mountain lion, yet her facial features were stained with a corruptive and perpetual cheshire grin fore she finally managed to suck the mother and her cubs dry of any traces of blood and her stomach was finally full, nevertheless she still maintained her skeletal figure fore anything other than blood she considered poison. Honey, I am home! a brazen, yet intimidating voice escaped her, a greeting towards the spirits; booming without flinch. A baleful cackle supresses from behind murderous canined. She would never be seen standing bone-straight; always crouched awkwardly, imitating a tarantula's scuttle. Her presence alone could drain anyone's elated feelings, seemingly absorbing it for is own selfish self, leaving those around her child-like persona deflated and diffused. Bold gluttonous moonlight feed into her cutting teeth stained with blood; fuelling it for her next unlucky encounter. The sky that purloins over her would be smothered with darkening clouds, hiding away any hope of sky candle light. The moon under siege by stars seemed to lighten the night bringing forth stars that shone and hung in the blackness. The never ending blackness consumed everything. Except the stars which stood out like pebbles in front of a storm. Ever enduring these shone with the night cowered in a inky black sky Speech |
The swamp was haunting in the spring, the warmer air setting off a dank smell and steam. The fog that settled was low hanging and thick, easy to see over should one be tall enough to break through the barrier. Carthage was lucky enough to rise up through the thick air, able to breathe cleaner oxygen if it weren't for the foul smell making him wish he was breathing anything else. He thought he was alone at first, slowly moving through the swamp and carefully placing each step so he wouldn't fall through the thick marshy spots. He almost did once, and was quick to jet out of the way before sinking too deep. His paw was soaked now, but it was better than the lot of him.
The stench of the place had him fooled, for when the woman called out, he jerked his head sharply to the side and saw a faint silhouette of the black woman in the fog. Unaware it was Cordelia, the fur on the nape of his neck rose as he peered at the woman. He wondered what anyone else would be doing out here, and what exactly they were doing, too. He was just wandering, so maybe they were too. Carthage was curious, but not so much so that he wanted to investigate. Instead, he left it up to them to decide, should they notice him anyway. "" |