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[PRIVATE] Who will whatch the whatchmen ?

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
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RAVEN


She came, and immediately Isopia felt a sense of uncertainty. Part of her doubted that Thunderhead would in fact appear here. It was an incredibly long shot, that both would return to the same place at the same time. All it would take is a few hours to pass before they would have missed each other. Yet something stayed the demi-girl's departure each time the thought of leaving raced across her mind. Just a few more minutes. I'll just look at the waves .. she would tell herself, and those minutes stretched out into hours, and hours. Perhaps she did this so that later on, when her absence in the thrown-together band was noticed, she could defend herself. I went, she would say. I waited. It would be understandable, and all doubt and critique would surely be dropped and she could continue on her nomadic way.

But she was not alone now. Thunderhead had come. The girl hadn't thought this far ahead.

Silently, golden unblinking eyes took in Ampere's lackadaisical movements. Isopia imagined herself down there on the sands, feeling each grain rubbing abrasively but pleasantly on her back. Her beak parted as she let out a vicarious sigh at the imagined sensation, before the intrigue of Thunderhead's magic promptly caused her to close it. So, i'm not the only one.. She thought to herself as she watched the seaweed mice scurry and play. She hadn't seen anyone else with magic that came even close to her own. The uniqueness of it all made her shrink into herself questioningly. Isopia had gotten too used to the idea that she was different. At first it seemed like a curse, that everything she did screamed dissonance with the rest of the world. Over time she wore her uniqueness like a badge of honor, judging those who didn't accept her and finding small comforts in those who did. But now? Perhaps she wasn't so different after all...

Shoving these thoughts to the back of her mind, she focused on the scurrying mice. From the waters edge, two large cat-like creatures began to appear. Isopia hadn't seen anything other than the large cats that prowled the Edge, but only ever from a distance. As a result, her felines looked more like dragons, for those were the creatures she was most familiar with. However the lacked wings, and the head was rough enough as to be recognized. The water-cats sprung at the mice, translucent claws outstretched as their magical bodies raced across the wet sands to catch their pray.




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Messages In This Thread
Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Isopia - 05-16-2015, 04:07 PM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Ampere - 05-20-2015, 01:03 AM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Isopia - 05-20-2015, 02:00 PM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Ampere - 05-23-2015, 09:22 PM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Isopia - 05-24-2015, 10:58 AM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Ampere - 05-24-2015, 05:53 PM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Isopia - 05-24-2015, 06:26 PM
RE: Who will whatch the whatchmen ? - by Ampere - 05-31-2015, 10:48 AM

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