09-10-2012, 01:51 AM
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With ease would the Luperci tread the rocks beneath splayed digits, slender limbs so leisurely navigating the soil, as habitually as she had done back home. The lady listened attentively, ear swiveled forward in anticipation for sound, but the realm of their scope caught nothing worth investigation. All was eerily quiet, save for the constant falsetto whine of the wind. The ceaseless gust callously flung salt-encrusted strands into her face, but for a moment she decided to let them fly, and let her attention instead shift to the show beginning in the heavens.
Dawn traced its heartbroken patterns throughout the sky with infinite tenderness; skeletal fingers of mourning rose gently warming the duskiness of a somber night Her lips parted in a sudden yawn; she instinctively hiding her mouth, though there was clearly no one to mind her lack of manners. Though well beyond the trivial constraints of a schedule by which to sleep, the darkness of night was like a fuel, and without it now she could feel the full length of travels weighing down her bones. The warming rays illumated a castle in the distance, perhaps a civilization. Thoughts of such a place filled her with immediate apprehension, bustling with the bodies of strangers and she, utterly alone. It had been less than a day since the shipwreck - she was startled by how easily walking solid ground, and having food in her belly, had made her forget her troubles. Now that she remembered, guilt and concern began to gnaw at the edges of her mind, fraying them ever so slightly and making her feel suddenly ill.
Slender hands rose to cup at each side of her muzzle, her chest expanding once before she cried out, a echoing call that ricocheted loudly as it descended the rocks surrounding. "Caliga? Naosus? Tamille? Can any of you hear me?" She listened for a moment, but heard nothing above the wailing vaccuum of the wind. Frustrated with herself, though lacking a reason, she somehow managed to raise her volume further. "Is there anyone to hear me at all?" It was a foolish thing, crying out without knowing the nature of who might reply, she knew that. She could not recall ever having been so loud, but desperation, obligation, to her shipmates drove her to new realms of angst. The vestiges of her energy worn out by the calls, Aoves wearily lowered herself to sit on the ground. One hand scooped up pebbles, played with them between palm and fingers, the other limb was used to prop up her head. Pale eyes flitted downwards, watching without interest as the stone and sand wore one another away; her hope was wearing away just as quickly.
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With ease would the Luperci tread the rocks beneath splayed digits, slender limbs so leisurely navigating the soil, as habitually as she had done back home. The lady listened attentively, ear swiveled forward in anticipation for sound, but the realm of their scope caught nothing worth investigation. All was eerily quiet, save for the constant falsetto whine of the wind. The ceaseless gust callously flung salt-encrusted strands into her face, but for a moment she decided to let them fly, and let her attention instead shift to the show beginning in the heavens.
Dawn traced its heartbroken patterns throughout the sky with infinite tenderness; skeletal fingers of mourning rose gently warming the duskiness of a somber night Her lips parted in a sudden yawn; she instinctively hiding her mouth, though there was clearly no one to mind her lack of manners. Though well beyond the trivial constraints of a schedule by which to sleep, the darkness of night was like a fuel, and without it now she could feel the full length of travels weighing down her bones. The warming rays illumated a castle in the distance, perhaps a civilization. Thoughts of such a place filled her with immediate apprehension, bustling with the bodies of strangers and she, utterly alone. It had been less than a day since the shipwreck - she was startled by how easily walking solid ground, and having food in her belly, had made her forget her troubles. Now that she remembered, guilt and concern began to gnaw at the edges of her mind, fraying them ever so slightly and making her feel suddenly ill.
Slender hands rose to cup at each side of her muzzle, her chest expanding once before she cried out, a echoing call that ricocheted loudly as it descended the rocks surrounding. "Caliga? Naosus? Tamille? Can any of you hear me?" She listened for a moment, but heard nothing above the wailing vaccuum of the wind. Frustrated with herself, though lacking a reason, she somehow managed to raise her volume further. "Is there anyone to hear me at all?" It was a foolish thing, crying out without knowing the nature of who might reply, she knew that. She could not recall ever having been so loud, but desperation, obligation, to her shipmates drove her to new realms of angst. The vestiges of her energy worn out by the calls, Aoves wearily lowered herself to sit on the ground. One hand scooped up pebbles, played with them between palm and fingers, the other limb was used to prop up her head. Pale eyes flitted downwards, watching without interest as the stone and sand wore one another away; her hope was wearing away just as quickly.