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I scrambled from their Threshold, away from that bangled shadow of a man and the mixblood child who spoke so little -- away from the crimson stained smoke, fumes of a war that held no consequence; away as fast as these travel weary legs/wings would push. This land seem infested with wayward travelers, swelling even. A single day of peace passed without issue; I slept on the road, or rather, in the thickest branches of strong trees...all to avoid any unwanted company.
The bluegreen sky looked horrible, like a bruise beginning set in. It faded from green to scarlet, purple, then black. Icy stars began to pop out, one by one, brightening the heavens with their distant reflection. I'd catch a glimpse of them between the thick canopy once in a while. Another chilly breath from the North rustled the foliage, a muffled breeze breaks through to run a cool hand across my bare spine; the effect sent a responding chill down to the core. Autumn was on its way in.
Purposely keeping South, (what was instinctively deemed South,) I'd progressed to a thicker portion of this forest. Though both mind and body are well accustomed to transversing all manner of terrain, the tight canopy and clustered timber was beginning to make me feel closed in, trapped. Shadows grew, stretching their inky fingers across the dirty ground. Taking on lifeless shapes, tricking the mind when coupled with common noise of other creatures going about their evening routine.
I walked on, the long sway of my tail arched and keeping rhythm with the beat of each dagger. A clearing had to come... eventually -- yet the forest seemed to stretch for miles ahead. No sign of thinning. There was still life in these limbs, they weren't ready to pause just yet. Though every so often my stare would deviate from the trail to peer at a tree, studying, searching for a suitable reststop should there be a need for it. The tiny chains on my adorned crown clashed, their noise a musical one. A comfort.
the Rift
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Grow them thick - by Camon - 04-18-2015, 09:37 PM
RE: Grow them thick - by Morrigan - 04-20-2015, 10:47 PM
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