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05-26-2014, 04:38 AM
And oh, poor Atlas
It was a beast of a burden..
It was a beast of a burden..
From crepuscule, drab gloom and insidious corridors— from the depths of purgatory, Hades, torment and Abaddon, from sanctuary and paradise, Elysium comes forth hymns, psalms and canticles, odes floating among a nectar infused blessing, akin to raindrops and thunderstorms and the crash of the waves on a beach, violet and pliable, docile madness. It is a voice, then, keen, but not irascible, light as a feathery kisses across feverish sinew, eerie (and intangible) melodies. "Perhaps she has left her babe among those indebted to her, as we to them, kindred and kin in all but blood." Leisurely, flowing and succulent as rainwater across a roof comes the Nightingale, sliding her gaze downward across to where a Jaguar should curve about a Lightningborne's hooves, masking whatever hue the spheres would retain beneath long lashed alabaster, heavily brushing against her prominent cheekbones. "Left, indeed, with the divided half of her soul. A Jaguar, if you would, bonded."
Within a abrupt second, a movement upward, the acute, astonishing hue of violet, mulberry and orchid, most passionate nearest the pupil, a bowerbird's gaze. They settle upon Esther, glittering like a diamonds in sunlight, ablaze with brilliance beneath the turbulent surface. "Would you state, yourself, that you would not trust the Basin with your own suckling? Of course not. You would expect them to watch after it, as a family should. Time is ticking on, my dearest Esther, and we must further our kingdom's, or allow them to rot in desolation."
She glides her stare over to the grey from the Edge, then the Lightningborne, and finally to the newcomer. Serene, detached, a unruffled inspection across his lithe flesh. They are almost the same height, she notes, a wiry smile spreading across a alabaster and rosy maw. What had his name been? Bli— Blight? Blightghast, she recalls, the dual crowned, his bisque gold spheres gleaming.
Gemini.
"Circuta. Sleuth of the Hidden Falls— my superior being Seele the Necromancer." It is not a gloating statement, filtered with arrogance, nor is it one to exult her rank. It is a mere gospel, evidence and data, a factor, a statement, clear with the mild tones to which she entangles it with. A dip of her dome, her enigmatic expression sphinxlike and puzzling, modulated and silvery threads weaved as spiderwebs from her lips. "The Basin is far in the icy clutches of the northern reaches, west among the alpine climate. They are our neighbors," a cutting glance in the direction of the woman from the north, does she know of the hard work that had been done, the songs, the politics it took to herald a alliance? Of the hope that bubbled in her bosom, that the GildedBlade had come with propositions, ones the Caliph and Jester would decide upon? Would she be quite as harsh, if she knew they had sought treaties, friendship? "To which we have sought a possible alliance with. They are further from here then the Hidden Falls, as is the World's Edge, to the northwest, settled upon a cliff overseeing the brine. I have been to both."
And in both time's, she had fought for her life, or for other's, she thinks, grim. She did not mention that Wraith's had taken over the realm and darkness had heralded the horizon in one, nor had she mentioned the drake's that had wished to feast upon fresh babe in the other.
"We are settled nearest to the Threshold, under the God of the Earth." Eloquent, diplomatic and tactful, she adds on. "Distance does not matter. It is your heart we require, as all lands. Fealty, trustworthiness. Albeit, you may leave, if you do not wish to seek shelter among our ranks— the decision is yours, Gemini. Make no haste, yet think it through."
A breeze ruffles tendrils of mane, blows the aroma of hyacinth to perhaps quivering nostrils, saccharine and sharp as a two-edged blade, red wine at a feast, a intoxicating odor wafting away from her creamy, lithe frame as the tides upon a beach.
What would he herald, the timeliness North, the land riddled in waterfall, or the Edge of the world itself? She would await his answer, and juggle it within her mind gingerly, for the reasoning, the logic, the understanding. She was a sleuth, and it was her job to know, to understand, to bring back information and seek out lies and thieves.
"It is a.. pleasure to meet you, dual crowned, no matter the decision."
thanks tamme
Cause she's a Cruel Mistress
And a bargain must be made
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