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06-03-2015, 05:13 PM
THROW ME IN A LANDFILL
-- DON'T THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES
silently, her body moves and dances with a delicate rhthym, weight shifting as she ambled towards the meeting called forth by the night and frost, alabaster and deep ebony entwined in heirarchy. she felt the soft pull, familiar and comforting to her as she wove through the towering pines, ancient beings leaning in to forge a well-worn path, twisting and winding through the evergreens. "nos es accersitus."
to her heart's delite, she laid eyes upon the man, the gelu rex rgis, the one she'd met only a time before. she still cherished the unspoken bond, the one she knew even he was not aware of, something sacred to her as she watched gentle flakes catch in the battering lashes of the many gathered. an odd few they were, an unexprected bunch of unique beings, all capable of their own doings. fear welled within her soul, reassured from the curiosity of her nightwing.
approaching one of the few familiar to her, the blessed gives a bow of her porcelain crown, eyes riding up the alabaster features of the rutilus regina, intimidated by the elegance of the woman. a feeling of inferiority consumes her, wrapping her up and tearing away what shred of comfort she had held before, realizing that even this precious lady would fail to recognize the petite crystalline doe, that she had been so insignificant and shut out, left behind while every familiar face she'd grown to see day to day had been torn from her weak grasp post invasion.
how pathetic a sight, something so precious and fragile and no one would even remember her name, the thing she had never spoken to any. it was a name kept locked away, pushed back to the furthest reaches of her broken soul, left to collect dust while she wept tearlessly in the silent nights, frater luna watching over her in her quiet solitude.
moving on, she presents herself to Mauja, gelu rex rgis, she dips her head, murmuring a greeting that felt right rolling from the echoing chamber of her body. "plures nox noctis, frater." she murmurs in greeting, looking up to him with a small smile that barely every surfaced, the silken lavender cape that fell from her shoulders swept over her back, settling there and grazing the ground as she left the ivory to his own thoughts.
for. --
words. 390
notes. --
credit. thanks to seth cohen. at caution.
