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[JUDGED] i keep it caged :: [HISTE : SPAR - OLD SYSTEM]

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09-20-2013, 11:26 PM (This post was last modified: 12-19-2013, 11:29 PM by Official.)

It is peaceful. War does not wage on this eve from the above skies,
it is clear, the moon shines down and bathes the landscape in a
milky smooth glow. The lush grasses are temptations,
beckoning hungry lip's to nibble upon their green (stalks?).
A singular red oak rises it's bodice high into the air and proclaims
glory to the highest heavens, and the silent rush of a river brings
forth those longing for a drink. It has turned a shade of ink in the night,
and the heaven's are reflected in it's quickly moving surface.

The tranquility is broken by a dark lady.
Her movements are elegant and placed well, the slight rise
of her neck haughty, perhaps a sign at how vain the creature is.
She is water hemlock. She is Circuta, she is a seeker of the
Asylum, and she is blood-thirsty.

How long has it been since warm, soft flesh is pummeled beneath her daintily sharp hooves?
How long, since her weaponry sinks and slices across another's eager form?
And how long, since she has done lady Death's wish?

The fight she had not so long ago with the drake's in defense
of the mother Leto awakened her need for blood once more. She has
grown too emotional, she needs a fight, she needs to feel the burn of her
muscles and the satisfied ache afterwards. She needs it, she craves it, acid burns
in her heart and her soul and wraps coils around her chest. It has become
an addiction, unhealthy, she knows, but she cannot stop this,
because she knows if she holds the demon back too long, she will go insane.
It's not even a question, she can feel it creeping in the corners
of her minds, as a beast; ready to swallow her whole.

Maybe it hurts a bit to know she's in a prison, a prison of her mind.
But as oxymoron as the statement is, nothing feels the same as the thrill of the hunt, no.

Indigo orb's flash, and she pauses to observe her surroundings with a quizzical gaze.
Her right hoof stamps into the earth in a mirror of her mood, and she shakes her head and neck
slightly outwards, her mane rippling in accordance, her neck appearing more long
and serpentine. She snorts, softly, her harks raised for now; listening to the wind,
waiting for the unknown to occur. She seeks a duel as a bloodhound searches for a fox.
The fox is coming, the wind says.
And so she waits.

WC: 428 & 2291 characters
"..a minimum of 3 attack posts each and a closing defense to earn VP." - 3 Attack Posts : + 1 Closing Defense

Setting: The skies are mostly clear, the moon and star's the only source of light in the landscape of the Thistle Meadow. Warm, though a chill is present as a bitter reminder of the lack of sunlight. Wind's are calm, visibility will be clear as would be expected.
Circuta awaits a partner to spar with.
@[Histe]


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i keep it caged :: [HISTE : SPAR - OLD SYSTEM] - by Circuta - 09-20-2013, 11:26 PM

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