12-02-2010, 02:10 AM
Set in Arachnea's Revenge nearing Inferni borders, at some hour of night.
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table © Alaine
ooc: oh hai
wc: 266
The air was cool, and it whispered sweet seductions through her pelt. By grace of moonlight the woman strode, and but for the lurking menace of her shadow she was alone. By midnight and darkness she walked, eyes of purest emerald lit feverishly. The trail she followed, that of her son, had ended long ago; Many hours ago. But her feet would not stop. The night called, long and lonely as wind howled through foreign pines.
She had the vague sense of knowing where she was headed. Somewhere, beyond the grasping tearing fingers of the forest, was Inferni land. The merciless land. But it was not longing for death that had carried her so far, oh no - The fires burned in her veins still, unquenchable at last by the cruel grip of fate, for finally a sort of fury had gripped her lonesome soul and twisted it like a keen edge between shoulder-blades. Her family was gone, and again she rose, a phoenix from the ashes of this mortal despair.
By now, sorrow had ebbed from hollow bones. Her body was lean muscles and silken fur - Alaine's foster daughter had cared for her well the past few days. The son she sought had not been found, and now there was a keening in her ribcage, and a strange effervescence had taken hold of her dancer's limbs. The dagger glinted wickedly in her gloved hand, as the healer within sunk down into the damp recesses of consciousness. Primal urges surfaced.
A startled bird took wing somewhere further off, and seeking confrontation, the Optime woman hearkened.
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table © Alaine
ooc: oh hai
wc: 266
The air was cool, and it whispered sweet seductions through her pelt. By grace of moonlight the woman strode, and but for the lurking menace of her shadow she was alone. By midnight and darkness she walked, eyes of purest emerald lit feverishly. The trail she followed, that of her son, had ended long ago; Many hours ago. But her feet would not stop. The night called, long and lonely as wind howled through foreign pines.
She had the vague sense of knowing where she was headed. Somewhere, beyond the grasping tearing fingers of the forest, was Inferni land. The merciless land. But it was not longing for death that had carried her so far, oh no - The fires burned in her veins still, unquenchable at last by the cruel grip of fate, for finally a sort of fury had gripped her lonesome soul and twisted it like a keen edge between shoulder-blades. Her family was gone, and again she rose, a phoenix from the ashes of this mortal despair.
By now, sorrow had ebbed from hollow bones. Her body was lean muscles and silken fur - Alaine's foster daughter had cared for her well the past few days. The son she sought had not been found, and now there was a keening in her ribcage, and a strange effervescence had taken hold of her dancer's limbs. The dagger glinted wickedly in her gloved hand, as the healer within sunk down into the damp recesses of consciousness. Primal urges surfaced.
A startled bird took wing somewhere further off, and seeking confrontation, the Optime woman hearkened.
Speak think walk
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