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02-09-2015, 08:46 PM
The glass babe finds herself amidst the craze of bodies, flesh rubbing against flesh and hooves flattening the grass beneath the mass of hooves. Ears flicker back, watching as a man of large proportions sways and shouts before the gathered steeds, demanding they pair up and prepare for a flood to cleanse the land. Sins to be washed away by holy waters, and the population would be boarded up upon a boat made of trees. Eyes dart to the pairs that begin to form, sticking together like sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Frantic and afraid, she steps back to watch everyone gladly accept partner requests with those who they are familiar with. She pauses, realizing she is familiar with no one. She is the lone, black sheep in a herd of alabaster. What was she to do? Looking down she finds herself peering at a striped body of a beast who was once apart of a winged beast that harassed her kingdom once upon a time. The image of a striped being with wings and talons hissing and snapping, snatching away eggs and children in the night. Taking a hesitant step forward she offers a foolish smile, hoping the clever beast couldn't see her fear brewing within her pastel orbs. "'Scuse, but partner with I?" She sounds foolish, her voice falling from closed lips, resounding from the soul bound to the beating heart inside. She prays to the deities of this land that this beast not find the heart within her body a tempting treat. -- ayelet & saffron !! -- "Talking" Ayelet |
