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She walks in the azure haze, the silver queen nothing but a mere part of the world that lit the crystals within her eyes and the arches of her gray skin. Not apart of the enchanted forest, rather as one being, melting and dissolving into the twisted trunks and glowing shrubbery. She is a being not of helovian but rather Katerina belonged to the stars, to the gaping black holes, and the endless infinities within the galaxies. It wasn't Isisi that crowned home, not anymore, the planet's legacy reduced to dust and ice--all she had now to belong to was the skies.
Perhaps she'd be nothing more than a gypsy, never ]truly settled, a mind too vast, a heart too broken. She had learnt so much but her decades of life had been more of a curse than it was beautiful--a tragedy in it's finest form. Katerina felt alone, so alone, loneliness had grown it's wicked roots deep within her heart and it choked her with hopelessness. She questioned her purpose, her value, why life and death had played her like a game of chess, death having life checkmated but instead of taking the kill, death preferred to watch life slowly die out as each pawn fell underneath the black veil, as Katerina faded further and further.
It is sound that tears her from her slipping upon the marble floors of her mind, the blues and purples of the world welcoming her back from the hell of her misfortune. She had been napping underneath the looming trunks and trees near the bay of the pool that the waterfall settled in. She always enjoyed the sweet taste of the air and the soft fall of water, it was an ambrosia for any who wished to seek serenity and comfort in the enchanting glows and sights.
Like a feather, the woman glides across the mosses, her eyes settling upon the man that had saved her from the depths of her mind. He was painted with rusts, ebonites, and porcelains, all curves and lines heightened by the dreamy incandescence that surrounded the star-woman and the plainsman. The shine of dew glittered upon his skin, azures and aqua's melting with the brilliant stripes of white. Softly her voice laces with the wind, her sweet song of words and chords pleasurable to the drums. It was not a scream, a cry, but rather a gentle string of whispers and silks. "It is a beautiful hidden sanctuary is it not?" She starts, drifting closer to the man, silvers roaming his face and the tangled vinery within his horns, "I'm Katerina of-" She pauses, looking around then, she was Katerina of Isisi no more. "of well, nowhere anymore. Pleasure."
OCC: I'm so so so sorry for the long wait! I am super duper excited for this thread though! It will move much quicker from here out
"Speaking"
Perhaps she'd be nothing more than a gypsy, never ]truly settled, a mind too vast, a heart too broken. She had learnt so much but her decades of life had been more of a curse than it was beautiful--a tragedy in it's finest form. Katerina felt alone, so alone, loneliness had grown it's wicked roots deep within her heart and it choked her with hopelessness. She questioned her purpose, her value, why life and death had played her like a game of chess, death having life checkmated but instead of taking the kill, death preferred to watch life slowly die out as each pawn fell underneath the black veil, as Katerina faded further and further.
It is sound that tears her from her slipping upon the marble floors of her mind, the blues and purples of the world welcoming her back from the hell of her misfortune. She had been napping underneath the looming trunks and trees near the bay of the pool that the waterfall settled in. She always enjoyed the sweet taste of the air and the soft fall of water, it was an ambrosia for any who wished to seek serenity and comfort in the enchanting glows and sights.
Like a feather, the woman glides across the mosses, her eyes settling upon the man that had saved her from the depths of her mind. He was painted with rusts, ebonites, and porcelains, all curves and lines heightened by the dreamy incandescence that surrounded the star-woman and the plainsman. The shine of dew glittered upon his skin, azures and aqua's melting with the brilliant stripes of white. Softly her voice laces with the wind, her sweet song of words and chords pleasurable to the drums. It was not a scream, a cry, but rather a gentle string of whispers and silks. "It is a beautiful hidden sanctuary is it not?" She starts, drifting closer to the man, silvers roaming his face and the tangled vinery within his horns, "I'm Katerina of-" She pauses, looking around then, she was Katerina of Isisi no more. "of well, nowhere anymore. Pleasure."
OCC: I'm so so so sorry for the long wait! I am super duper excited for this thread though! It will move much quicker from here out
"Speaking"
Katerina
you don't know the half of the abused
