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Bleh, XnX
Set in Terra Lupin.
500+
Already the day was wearing on. Already the sun was beginning to set. The white orbs watched the bright orb, although, as a gesture of respect, she could not look upon its burning face directly. But the clouds that obscured the heavens softened the intensity of that single eye, the sunset burning a soft gold against the slate of dusk. The black female sighed softly, listening to the soft sound of the world that sang to her. As the woad warrior stood there, her weight shifted to her left as she held the Raven Spear within her grasp, it seemed as if she stood naturally, without the pain and discomfort of her wounds. It seemed as if the warrior’s song filled her soul once more. Only the roundness of her belly betrayed such a thing. And yet, despite the life that grew within her, despite this new vulnerability, was she still not a warrior? The wind whispered softly to her with wordless sounds, the invisible tendrils tugging gently at her form. Nothing had changed. She was still the same. Only the life and the uncertainty was added, and those things...they did not change who she was.
She moved, walking slowly from the boarders of Shattered Coast. She had traveled long enough upon the boarders that day. Although her body remembered the endurance it once commanded, although her body regained a fraction of it, she was still unable to act as the sentinel. But the warrior understood her own limits, and she did not push herself needlessly. There was an ease in the air that she had not felt for a great while. She felt that, if only for a brief time, a small measure of peace had been obtained. With a barely discernable smile of contentment upon her lips, the woman traveled to return to her den. She did not take the same path along the boarder that she had used earlier. Instead, she moved quietly with that slight limp, passing through the trees like some strange warrior goddess. The white orbs flickered through the darkness. Her mind was clearer that day, unburdened by the heavy fog of uncertainty. She was content to wait, for she knew that she would learn what she must when she must. And acceptance came easily for the Caledonian-Korean.
The land opened up before her, vast fields of flowers whispering in the evening breeze. The scent of many flowers clung here, and for a moment longer the female paused, listening to the soft buzzing of both bees and hummingbirds. Within her hand the Raven Spear sang with singular tones, hungry but patient. These fields had blossomed with colour since last she had seen them. It was not as if she had been away from her homeland for a long while, but why did it feel that way? The quiet longing she had for Onus flickered in her mind. The bed of the earth was the only bed she had known, but she had grown accustom to her lover’s city den. The eyes turned toward the west once more, but her ears swiveled at a sound that did not coincide with the susurrus of the world. A familiar scent came to her maw, carried to her upon the gentle air. She turned slightly, the throbbing pain in her leg rising in protest. "Palindrome?"
Bleh, XnX
Set in Terra Lupin.
500+
Already the day was wearing on. Already the sun was beginning to set. The white orbs watched the bright orb, although, as a gesture of respect, she could not look upon its burning face directly. But the clouds that obscured the heavens softened the intensity of that single eye, the sunset burning a soft gold against the slate of dusk. The black female sighed softly, listening to the soft sound of the world that sang to her. As the woad warrior stood there, her weight shifted to her left as she held the Raven Spear within her grasp, it seemed as if she stood naturally, without the pain and discomfort of her wounds. It seemed as if the warrior’s song filled her soul once more. Only the roundness of her belly betrayed such a thing. And yet, despite the life that grew within her, despite this new vulnerability, was she still not a warrior? The wind whispered softly to her with wordless sounds, the invisible tendrils tugging gently at her form. Nothing had changed. She was still the same. Only the life and the uncertainty was added, and those things...they did not change who she was.
She moved, walking slowly from the boarders of Shattered Coast. She had traveled long enough upon the boarders that day. Although her body remembered the endurance it once commanded, although her body regained a fraction of it, she was still unable to act as the sentinel. But the warrior understood her own limits, and she did not push herself needlessly. There was an ease in the air that she had not felt for a great while. She felt that, if only for a brief time, a small measure of peace had been obtained. With a barely discernable smile of contentment upon her lips, the woman traveled to return to her den. She did not take the same path along the boarder that she had used earlier. Instead, she moved quietly with that slight limp, passing through the trees like some strange warrior goddess. The white orbs flickered through the darkness. Her mind was clearer that day, unburdened by the heavy fog of uncertainty. She was content to wait, for she knew that she would learn what she must when she must. And acceptance came easily for the Caledonian-Korean.
The land opened up before her, vast fields of flowers whispering in the evening breeze. The scent of many flowers clung here, and for a moment longer the female paused, listening to the soft buzzing of both bees and hummingbirds. Within her hand the Raven Spear sang with singular tones, hungry but patient. These fields had blossomed with colour since last she had seen them. It was not as if she had been away from her homeland for a long while, but why did it feel that way? The quiet longing she had for Onus flickered in her mind. The bed of the earth was the only bed she had known, but she had grown accustom to her lover’s city den. The eyes turned toward the west once more, but her ears swiveled at a sound that did not coincide with the susurrus of the world. A familiar scent came to her maw, carried to her upon the gentle air. She turned slightly, the throbbing pain in her leg rising in protest. "Palindrome?"