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11-03-2015, 05:27 PM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Everything was looking up, for once. The rift gods were all but destroyed, one of them by her own powers. She was a god killer, destroyer of that corrupted brand of evil, and her father had personally congratulated her on her success. The Moon Goddess had learned the error of her ways, though she was strong and definitely could not be killed. Aithniel had learned that much. In all of this too, she had been there for the hatching of the companion egg her father had given, and the little griffin was bounding off through the water, using clever talons to hunt for grub. Everything was going her way. Even the boils and sores were gone. Aithniel smiled - a genuine smile - for the first time in possibly her entire life. She let out a deep sigh and trotted across the sky mirror, her reflection a perfect image running just beneath, and she extended the length of her elegant, gull-shaped wings. The sun was setting just behind her, sky full of pinks and oranges and fire, a perfect back drop to her mood. A tassled lion tail swung behind her, waving languidly while she circled around the beauty of the Flats. This is where she had killed the Rift God. This was the land of her father - a second home away from home. She couldn't describe anything more perfect than the magic of this place, bright colors just as vibrant as the real ones with no visible horizon. All the images blurred in the distance, as if she was dancing in a sphere - something never ending. Finally, she came to rest with long lashes falling to her cheeks, and she inhaled deeply, expanding her chest to the point of bursting. "Yes," she murmured on exhale. No other word existed that could describe how she felt now - not really. |
@Reginald
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
