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11-15-2014, 01:44 AM
Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets | ||
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The forest swells to bloated limits at the cacophony of voices, varied in every way as they cry outwards to the cold air. Their strength draws her forth out of curiosity, wanting to know what has exactly brought them altogether here. Her needs are not left untended when they're all there, scents probably roaring in feriosity while she can't read their essences and signatures: the infection that left her sickened in her own self in agony and loathe, played out in exile where she cannot be seen and infect the others as she seems to have done in the past, has taken her nose to an useless state. Once sniffling, it is quiet and nothing more than an ornament among In their mass, she tries to single out the faces and bodies she might of known the past, or knows the names of now. One of the foals that she had met with Cera and Sacre is there, Sacre as well, including a few faces loyal to the Throat. Tense knots unravel within her core at their presences, stepping forth to greet them amist strangers. What they say isn't translated in her head, simply passed off as background noise. She lacks an idea that there is a reason to gather all the souls here, but as she weaves and occasionally bumps into the bodies, offering apologies each time, to reach her childhood friend, does she really see what has retrieved them. There, surrounded by her fellow Helovians, is an unknown corpse, laid about the foliage like a blanket. The knot returns and only worsens itself while plagued with the remembrance of Amara, decaying and screaming to her, threatening her death by the hands of her own best friend. Desperately, she wants, needs to escape the sight. Instead, her cool is tried to be kept though the whites of pretty sky blue eyes lie through her teeth as she steps forth to view death in the theatre they have created for it. Seeing it up close, this close, the idea is more frightening than she has ever believed it to be. Becoming an immovable shell without a meaning other than to rot before the eyes of others and be at the mercy of those who might choose to reap the rewards of an abandoned casket the soul once strived within, it leads shivers down her spine and turns her hairs on end. This is going to be her some day, no matter what she may do it about it. She's going to die, and there's nothing that will change the fate ahead of her. Facing her fears, she steps forward, and turns her attention to study the cadaver spread before her. Upon further inspection, sand that even coats her own coat from being brought up by the winds, sprinkles itself over the female's shell. Hauntingly, her mind already goes to her home, and with that, she can't stand the feeling of strangers surrounding her(regardless that her friend is there with her, though no words are exchanged between the pair), the amber girl flees, stepping away slowly while mentally, she struggles to hold herself from bolting away with phobias in tow. Healers and Thieves _______________________________ Roland Lena Sikeax Alysanne images | ||
