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02-15-2016, 01:08 AM
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Your spine is ablaze
Felling any foe with my gaze Home. She was still getting used to the word, though this was more of a home than any other. Battles fought and muscles sore, she waded through the oasis, emerging beneath the glittering stars to shake out her coat and wings, hair a tangled, wild mess that gathered around her horns and stuck to the muscular curve of her mature neck. A chill crawled over her skin and she shivered, wondering if she had made a mistake. Too late now. Zera waddled out from behind a rock then, and she lowered her horns for him to climb aboard. From there, she settled atop the highest rock of one of the many formations and laid down, forelegs dangling over the edge without hesitation or fear. The white griffin toddled off to catch bugs while she looked up at the stars, wondering at the brilliance and beauty when the Moon Goddess was such a bitch. She supposed even evil could be beautiful, in a way - just as rage could be arousing. Two eagles soared, and she watched them curiously, exhaling a cold breath as she awaited dawn. She couldn't sleep. Her mind was too active, racing with her thoughts as she tumbled through daydreams. Eventually, dark lashes kissed her cheeks, lips moving in an unintelligible whisper as she dreamed. Only the warmth of daybreak brought her to, silver eyes cracking open to the pastel and flame sky. She exhaled softly and then lifted her head, seeing a familiar figure in the distance. Aithniel was struck still, the narrowing of her eyes the only outward emotion she expressed, not betraying the flames that sparked in her insides. She wondered if her intestines were made of lava... that's what it felt like anyway. The girl told Zera to stay put, and she stood upon the rocky precipice like an valkyrie. With grace, she leapt from the stones, wings catching her rapid descent as she approached boldly, no hesitation in her steady steps. "You," she said, her voice lofty but husky, a rough example of femininity. She wasn't sure how she felt about him being here. Part of her was angry. This was her home, and she had compartmentalized everything into distinct boxes. Now, he was leaping the barriers as if he was special. Aithniel glared, but her tail twitched eagerly at her hips, breath quickening. |
@Reginald
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Please tag me in everything!
