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04-29-2014, 08:35 PM
Delsolea
So long ago, when she had been younger, she had once danced with danger and run with her siblings, rejoicing in being alive. She had never truly experience the world, and always had been able to flee. It had been a fun game to taunt another and then evade them without hesitation, yet being on Nocturne changed it. She had learnt, and not in a good manner, that not everyone was going to be upfront, not everyone was trustworthy. Her limits had been pushed and Delsolea left that place, changed, cold and despising Saphrax with a vicious thought. He had run, run from her and his children, and so had she in the end. She would not be around reminders of the mistakes she had made.
At least Dahmer had made it a little better in the meantime. She had left them all in the end, still looking for where it was she belonged. Ausus had not been a fruitful place, yielding her nothing and leaving her wanting.
She was barely paying attention where she was going now. Her strides were medium length as she walked, her feathered wings bobbing slightly as she moved. The air seemed to become heavier, dense and thick with new scents and a strange current moving on the breeze, yet all it did was place her on guard. Where once she would have rejoiced and immediately sought out the others to join, she now skirted the edges and wound up in the thick forest. The border, the edge of this place; this was nothing like she had been before. Not even Nocturne, for how much like hell it had been.
Coming to a halt and standing with her head raised, Delsolea looked out around her. With green eyes narrowed and scrutinising, she wondered what lay hidden here – and what it would bring, what this strange new place she had found herself in, would show to her.
At least Dahmer had made it a little better in the meantime. She had left them all in the end, still looking for where it was she belonged. Ausus had not been a fruitful place, yielding her nothing and leaving her wanting.
She was barely paying attention where she was going now. Her strides were medium length as she walked, her feathered wings bobbing slightly as she moved. The air seemed to become heavier, dense and thick with new scents and a strange current moving on the breeze, yet all it did was place her on guard. Where once she would have rejoiced and immediately sought out the others to join, she now skirted the edges and wound up in the thick forest. The border, the edge of this place; this was nothing like she had been before. Not even Nocturne, for how much like hell it had been.
Coming to a halt and standing with her head raised, Delsolea looked out around her. With green eyes narrowed and scrutinising, she wondered what lay hidden here – and what it would bring, what this strange new place she had found herself in, would show to her.
