Byproducts of Destruction
Locust
08-02-2019, 10:31 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-16-2019, 09:27 PM by Deity.)
A sigh escaped the she-wolf’s mouth as she laid herself down in the soft grasses between elm roots. Though fall had begun, the day was hot. Warm wind coursed over Deity’s auburn fur, ruffling the longer tufts at the base of her neck and on her cheeks. The patch of shade she had chosen was cool against her side, and that coupled with the warm breeze and the coursing of the river was a recipe for a nap. Deity’s eyes, half closed, were trained on the river, watching it gently swell and splash like liquid glass. Her tail flicked gently in the dappled light, displaying her pleasure and current state of deep relaxation. Watching the river was hypnotic, and Deity’s eyes began to drift closed... |
And so our haloes became collars and golden chains; our proud, shining divinity became the very thing that bound us.