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09-20-2012, 09:07 PM
a mist, fine and cool, breathes along the shore side - tendrils of fog, uncomfortable against her feathers, reaches and grabs and pulls, turning this place into a pretty pastel painting, its colours placing gentle kisses against her skin. the chill wraps her in a possessive embrace, and the moon bathes her in its life - already, a land that hungered, feasted, and rotted. she hums, thoughtful, as she shifts her wings into a more proper placement, nearly laughing at the sea that devoured itself. so ravenous! it whispered of magic and prosperity, turned to curses and decay, and the world pressed forward, without a care for itself. it feasted upon the sands, turning the universe sterile: but there is a certain degree of regalia and cordiality that lingers, quiescent, in her gaze as it is poised along the frostbreath. "this place is so dead," she muses softly, thoughtful. with carelessness, she flicks her gaze outwards, towards the rest of the ocean, only sparing slight sympathy. she sees herself in these waves: through her plain, splintering against her chest, she preserved, as did the salt that is current licking against her hooves as she stands, ankle-deep in its shallow depths. "a pity." but it would live on; longer after her, these scraps of shrubbery, and the irony of this tastes hot and raw against her throat. she cannot spare herself for a thing that lived without sentience; meaning came from intelligent thought, of which this place did not posses. beauty, in its coldness. artwork, in its placements. certainly, even the sky seemed to dance with added vigour as she shed her previous mortal skin and began anew (an outcast once more). but there was no life, not truly, and a certain lack of vibrancy that made her veins tingle with unease - even as the northern lights slowly expand across the sky, she can only spare the barest of smiles (a murmur, chiding and restless, "well, well"). slowly, she emerges from the icy calm that had climbed its way upwards from her feet, and, leaving the current to sleep on its own, began to search for something else (something bigger, something better, something worthwhile).
ooo // this sucks. i apologise. :| they'll get better. probably.
ooo // this sucks. i apologise. :| they'll get better. probably.
