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10-05-2013, 08:54 PM
The nervousness in her chest is a demon, it binds and wraps itself around the shred-remains of her heart. There is a squinting of her eyes, careful and strikingly coloured under her thick lashes and suspiciously fearful, silent and anxious. Her muscles are coiled under strawberry skin, petite frame clenching and unclenching as slender limbs step back and forth, cut deep scores into the damp soil beneath. Thin sprouts of green are crushed beneath her feet as Cancer raises her head, breathes deep in an effort to calm herself down: she screws her eyes shut, inhales, exhales. Pearly-white teeth grit under the darkness of her lips and with a heavily forced sigh a curl of smoky breath escapes her, twisting sluggishly through the too-humid air.
Cancer's head tilts with an elegant curiosity as she listens with fevered intensity to the soft, plodding hoofsteps of her unseen company. Silken reddish curls shift across her shoulder as her limbs twist and curve, she turns to face the shape that emerges out of the darkness with a hardened gaze and the faintest curl of her lips. For a moment she cannot contain the surprise that coils in her vein as she observes the mare in front of her, eyes wide and unsettled as they land on the spiraling horn that curls from the woman's forehead; then her shock fades into a dull throb and an apologetic smile flashes pearly teeth as her head lowers sheepishly and an almost unnoticed blush flames in her cheek. For a mere second she is left staring at the ground, and then with a stiffening conscience she looks up again.little rose, you have spread your leaves far into the forest. have you lost your stem, my dear?
She breathes. Slowly, but she breathes with a soft exhale and a wavering smile. Indeed, miss, i am a long way from home. She whirls to look at the next face that appears, mismatched eyes flashing over the bright-red marking and the curving horn on her new company.Greetings. A lovely night, is it not? What brings you both here? I am Artemis, General of the Windtossed Foothills.Her smile quivers but it does not disappear and then it strengthens as she steels her will; merely wandering, perhaps too far.
