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[OPEN] song of the lonely mountain

Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245
World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4
Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks
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She has not been here since he chased her away, sending her running from an expanse and overflow of strange new feelings and dark, bitter rage. Her brother had loathed him then, too, though his loathing was not tempered (or perhaps deepened) by the presence and persistence of youthful pulsing and hormonal blood. The bloom of bursting fire in unexpected places and a furious two-beat dance in her heart had startled the girl and left her confused, upset, her rage deepened every time she though of him- yet as she strides beneath the lofty pines and feels the crush of needles beneath her hooves she cannot help a despicable, deplorable yearning to see him again, to sink her teeth into his neck and drag his body down against the cold, stone floor.

She pauses in her pursuit of the memory, and shudders, chilled despite the tepid spring weather, disgusted and intrigued and utterly naive. Loathing is a foreign concept, animal magnetism even stranger.

But the girl is young, and knows nothing of love, or hate, or sex, or the spiderweb lines which connect them all, a steady tread into a sticky trap waiting to engulf her, body and soul.

A deep sigh bursts through her lungs, littered with embers that light onyx eyes. Fire dancer continues walking, pushing such concerns to the to the dark edges of her mind, denying the way her pulse has increased, the way her tail sits a little higher and her nostrils flare a little wide, looking for his scent.

Her hooves clip softly against the floor of the Rotunda, leaving a pale echo in her fiery wake. She steps beneath the glittering rainbow, dancing lightly on trembling toes, eyes darting to alcove and shadow and cranny and nook, hunting, hungry, for some sign of him. Some glimmer of his scent, some flash of his hide- something, anything, for her to destroy.

But of course it is not there, and she is left with her trembling girlhood, with her ill-begotten wrath, and with her brother who paces, disgusted, around the structure's edge.

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Messages In This Thread
song of the lonely mountain - by Lena - 01-19-2015, 10:58 AM
RE: song of the lonely mountain - by Tandavi - 01-28-2015, 01:55 AM
RE: song of the lonely mountain - by Lena - 02-01-2015, 09:09 AM

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