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Saker
Paradisum
"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Jul 20, 2015 8:44:01 GMT
the heat in the canyon was soothing to a man born and raised in soft greens and vivid smells - here he could taste the burnt earth and revel in the flashes of ochre flickering through the burnished walls as he never had before. the tender flesh of his eyelids felt scorched, the honey gold eyes underneath filled with a sanguine pleasure at the emptiness and the drought. here there was room enough for him the breathe, the vastness of his lungs emptying into the silent air - a slow hiss. the weight of his memories pressed firmly upon him but he simply pushed the thoughts away with a recognised ease, banishing them back into blackness and knowing, morosely, that they would return when he slept. tathra had been a welcome sight when he arrived - fresh and seemingly full of life. he knew lirra had arrived before him, and knew, too, that she hadn't wanted him to follow. he didn't intend to seek her out, only to make sure she was alright - and to ensure that he would be there if ever she got into trouble. that was what family were for, after all. the thought tarnished his comfort and in a single, flawless movement nandalie shifted to look out over the sprawling desert at the canyons exit. he wondered what lay beyond its endless sands, blinking in languid peace. if ever there were a land of wonder, this was it.
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 21, 2015 17:23:49 GMT
I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS,
AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE
Nymphera has watched the arranges for, what? — ten minutes — at most, really, because she does not have interest in emerging from the shadows of red rock. It is fear that strikes thunder in her eyes, and she does not like anyone. Her lupine amber eyes flash in the sunlight as she shifts closer, squinting to see the splotched stallion in a better manner. Interested? Yes. She is always wondering, wishing, questioning if she really wants to be quiet and turn away. The answer is no, but then her brain flashes back to her once-wounds; her mothers broken jaw; blood seeping into her sapphire skin. THE BLOOD IS NOT MINE! Nymphera swallows, eyes welling, she lets her head drop because it's another reminder of what happened, of what could happen.
It does not matter how beautiful he is, or how his eyes illuminate in the sun and beckon her forth. It is not free will that brings her launching from the small overhang, but a loud crack of something scurrying behind her. Nymphera releases the tension in her muscles, it's like she's flying. She hardly remembers why she's running because the stallion is now twenty feet away. Fear blew her cover.
Fuck - she snarls to herself. Wide lupine eyes stare, she is screaming internally because she is suddenly stuck between a rock and a hard place. Her breath is laboured, Nymphera writhes. “H-hi.” Ohio would have smiled, bowed, and cheerfully spoken. She has disturbed his solitude, her mama wouldn't have minded that. She did. She missed because normal, maybe she would have once smiled, too. Instead her lips are a straight line. Once.
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3 characters
143 posts
Saker
Paradisum
"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Aug 13, 2015 2:32:06 GMT
She sprawled into view in a mess of elegant grace, a shock to the calm in his system - though a beautiful one. He pulled back slightly, one forefoot raised as if to take a step backward. She was a sea of endless blue, her body dainty and neat, clean legged and sharp boned. Nandalie could appreciate the sight of her against the clay background, his eyes intense as they peered out from beneath ginger lashes. Her words were less than perfect though, spoken with underlying fear - not of him, he thought, but something else. He turned to face her fully, every movement calm and measured. He could feel the heat searing his lips as he spoke, his hair hot as it shifted across his muscular neck. "Hi." Was there anything else to say? A small smile curled the corner of his lip, not mocking but welcoming - though he often preferred solitude, he did not resent the presence of this scattered bluebird. Instead he quite liked her fluttering, almost as if he could hear her little sparrow heart beating a million miles an hour. His eyes shifted back to the desert before he spoke again, "Were you spying on me?"
ooc; WHIPSTER. sorry it took so long my love! You have no idea how excited I am to be writing with a para descendent <3 |
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