I AM EXTRAORDINARILY PATIENT,
PROVIDED THAT I GET MY OWN WAY IN THE END.
-- MARGARET THATCHER
Night.
He steps in and out of the thick glom, weaving his way through the marsh, recalling the waterways and the treacherous portions of the swampland, where even he does best not to step. By now he knows this wretched place better than most, spending hours sifting through the stench of decomposing bodies and putrid water. His thin shadow is at home here: among skeletal trees and mossy vines, an absinthe-green rash that covers the pale and withered trunks of the trees. Skywalker hates this place, however – this is no home fit for him, this blasphemous place cannot contain a creature like him and he finds it absurd that he should have to hide in the company of corpses and lunatics.
He considers the future and how painfully impossible it looms over him, glaring and sneering, claiming that it is incontestable and that he, nightshadow, is bound to fail. He thinks gravely of the thin lines of their miserable army, the paucity of their alleged prowess – the thought is as vile and disgusting as the bubonic plague. His jaw is taut with discontentment as he walks through the marsh, impatience filigreeing his thin shoulders and a slow, hateful gleam in his eyes. In due time, they would take themselves a proper home – of course. But for how much longer would they squander amidst the flies and shadows?
He sighs, his mouth dried by a winter of discontent. And then there is a bleak shadow that appears a short distance away from him, riddled with mist and unfamiliarity. Skywalker narrows his icy gaze and redirects his attention – surely, another useless lunatic, but in the choice of loneliness and company, the thin stallion is inclined towards the latter. Strangely enough;
“Stranger,” he calls softly into the wisps of mist, “show yourself.”
S K Y W A L K E R.
Seiren
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10-29-2013, 05:32 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-29-2013, 05:48 PM by Seiren.)
Your life means nothing to me.
The vigorous smell of the swamp lingered in the back of Seiren’s throat, making her want to gag in disgust. Skinny trees and contorted bushes made up the shadowed scenery. Mossed grounds and muddy pathways cushioned her hooves. This place, indeed, was not her “ideal” area to stay for the night, but what other choice did she have? The silver did not have another place to go, nor did she feel like moving to find somewhere else. It could take hours… days. There was not enough time for it anyways. Anywhere with supply would suit the girl just fine. Of course this place was temporary. It was not like the silver fae planned to stick around here for a while, right? Dark orbs searched for shelter as her silhouette slipped through the blackened night.
The souls that lived here were twisted alright, but hers was even more so. The dappled was masked by a fraud so that others thought of her differently. This was not her true self. She only put up the fake so that other souls would not see her scars on the inside. All of her dark secrets were kept beneath her skin, concealed, safe from others to grasp. Suddenly, her head snapped forwards. Seiren heard an unfamiliar voice. Her ears perked forwards as the sound rang to her drum. Not knowing who this was, she stopped in her tracks. The swamp did indeed have a dreadful feel now because she did not realize how lonely she really was. Although Seiren did not have a single thread of fear in her body, whoever called to her should be the one fearing for their life.
Seiren did not know anyone around here; so she was quite curious to see who called. Stepping out from behind a stick-like tree, she appeared in front of the stag. She could not make out what he really looked like, but she knew sooner or later her vision would get accustomed to the dark night. “Is this good enough?” She called coolly, looking towards the stallion with a playful smirk.
{So sorry this reply took forever! :/}
@[Skywalker]
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[O] And now that death will grow my jasmine ; Seiren
