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[ cold love / joiner ] - Grimm - 08-23-2020
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 310px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]How many times has the delicate flutter of calcium striped clean rated against the door, a beckon to which an answer may not be deemed forthcoming. Too many. She had felt it, how chilled fingers had caressed convulsing throat, confinements restricted even as the mechanics of life had proven but a ceaseless whisper in the back of mind, a worm befit only a shallow grave. Danced with practiced, fluid steps as teeth had rendered from the aching bones nestled beneath flesh, her own and that predator bore in a crimson grin alike. Had chased it at the bottom of various bottles, heavy grown the haze encircling crumbling thought.
Beside her it seemed to walk, ever patient for a tarnished prize that toyed with the tangled strings fate had wrapped her within, plucked at until it seemed there could be no other choice. Yet she endured. How was the query staged by many, crowning lips adorned in the shadow mirth once painted there, pondered upon as though she were a puzzle lacking pieces. Possibly she was, a configuration that merely needed that stolen.
Or, as felt more apt, she was but a doll under cruel guidance, seams tugged and ripped at until she was reduced to a pitiful excuse for the grandeur once expected.
Unsure has she grown upon the matter of trajectory, surely within a frame of time not overly long behind had destination been discarded, lost among turbulent peaks overwhelming wandering thought. Enough had it grown to simply move, allow momentum to act as driving force when all fell away beneath a harsh glare, reflected off the expanse desert opened further into.
( New scenery, the like of which your pathetic peabrain has never seen before ! )
The allure contained within that unknown seemed as well suited to her situation as any other, dry the breathless little chuckle sliding past the tight clench of teeth. Indeed, the sullen emptiness that parted like the golden hued petals of an exotic bloom may not find a place among that she knew, a catalog rather limited when compared to the time she had survived.
"What kinda dumb fucker up 'n thinks a bloody desert, ah all da places ye coulda fuckin picked, is good ta set up shop." Again that short, mirthless laughter fell from cracked lips, a biting edge about trailing vocalisation, devoid shaded depth. Hypocrite she who continued on with a clumsy, two-tone step, the ache shoulder permeated further slowing her already snail paced progress. For this she was made, among the worst had she thrived and dined upon flesh and blood at their sides, the quiet whisper another of similar calibre the hypnotising siren song her heart pleaded with her to follow.
The Pitt.
Lopsided the grin drawn along dark flesh, perfection in all the supposed war mongers that supped on those besieged by their cruel few. They were not the same, nothing may align with that left behind in the all consuming heat as flames decimated walls left weak by rot and feasting termites, but from the ashes, at the least, may she make something similar with the correct foundations.
Re: [ cold love / joiner ] - Luciferr - 08-23-2020
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”oh I wouldn’t know, sometimes there’s treasures in the desert, if you know where to go” a voice answers the stranger - from a strange formed feline, a dash of black and white marring the golden dunes accented in hints of reds and blues, a face that seems to have had black scars rent in triplicate tear tracks from sky blue eyes.
The feline inclines his head to her as if listening to something first before he speaks further, shifting his blue tinged white and black form - a black so deep it seems to absorb the light, speckled as it is in the strange fluorescent blue and red hints - as he sits ”I assume you’re here to join stranger?”
Probably unlike most of what many say of the Pitt, he’s rather more neutral, guarded certainly, but not bloodthirsty - at least not for mortal meins, his hunts are for things far more dangerous to all, better that way, it is simply what he is for.
He rolls his shoulders taking her in quietly for a moment - memorising a face to put to a name later - it would be good to have more among them, given their leader was set to have half the world hate them - though given what he’d witnessed, the world had already made its mind up about the Pitt long before they’d got here.
A shame that it seemed to disinclined those here from trying to be better in any stretch of the word - if the world saw naught but to hate you, what else were you left with he supposed.
Which is why it always surprised him when strangers joined that seemed to be less inclined of the sort of rumoured temperaments they had - it made him wonder what her story was, was she came here to ‘set up shop’
He went to speak but distant cries had him looking up and over his shoulder to spy familiar shapes circling the skies - they didn’t descend, merely kept circling out towards their respective paths but he recognised the cry for what it was and a small smile tugged at his lips before he turned back, something warmer than his cool neutrality of before in his stance
”I am Susurrus stranger, if I might also get your name?” no doubt he talked too formal or too olden, but it was as he had been raised in a home now it’s own pyre, it was what it was.