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02-09-2015, 02:36 AM
Well, this is a disaster.
The world is heavy with change and upheaval, pregnant with turmoil and determined to spill over onto the unsuspecting souls below. Voices and bodies combine, cacophonous, an uproar of noise and movement, panic and fear and snapped orders, quickly formed bonds beneath a darkening sky. The Earth commands they form into pairs, his voice thunder above the rain, his orders kind but strict, demanding, and the girl looks down at her brother through sable eyes, knowing they cannot take solace in one another, that she has to find an equine to make her mate tonight.
She glances through the bodies, inhales the scents. Many are familiar, some even draw her close, but there is one, one which burns her nostrils and sears her eyes, blinds her in its wickedness, one stranger she knows all too well, the last soul she wanted to see and yet the only one she can see, the only creature she can focus on, the dark shadow on the periphery of her awareness which has haunted her dreams and featured in her nightmares.
Fire Dancer braces for the beast's approach, something like hatred (it must be hatred) swelling in her breast. Black eyes narrow. Nostrils flare.
"You and me, beast," she breathes, orders, snaps into his lungs as he overtakes her, standing beside him and breathing him in, letting her hatred ferment. If he is evil, at least she will keep his devilry in check, be the shield which guards the world from his wrath. She will wear him so the world need not, will bear his weight...
She shivers, and it is not with rage alone.
[ Tandavi and Reginald ]
The world is heavy with change and upheaval, pregnant with turmoil and determined to spill over onto the unsuspecting souls below. Voices and bodies combine, cacophonous, an uproar of noise and movement, panic and fear and snapped orders, quickly formed bonds beneath a darkening sky. The Earth commands they form into pairs, his voice thunder above the rain, his orders kind but strict, demanding, and the girl looks down at her brother through sable eyes, knowing they cannot take solace in one another, that she has to find an equine to make her mate tonight.
She glances through the bodies, inhales the scents. Many are familiar, some even draw her close, but there is one, one which burns her nostrils and sears her eyes, blinds her in its wickedness, one stranger she knows all too well, the last soul she wanted to see and yet the only one she can see, the only creature she can focus on, the dark shadow on the periphery of her awareness which has haunted her dreams and featured in her nightmares.
Fire Dancer braces for the beast's approach, something like hatred (it must be hatred) swelling in her breast. Black eyes narrow. Nostrils flare.
"You and me, beast," she breathes, orders, snaps into his lungs as he overtakes her, standing beside him and breathing him in, letting her hatred ferment. If he is evil, at least she will keep his devilry in check, be the shield which guards the world from his wrath. She will wear him so the world need not, will bear his weight...
She shivers, and it is not with rage alone.
[ Tandavi and Reginald ]
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