07-26-2018, 10:39 AM
CLEO ROUX-CIPHER
Perfect.
She is perfect.
At least that's what the snakes tell her, whispering promises of the divine into waiting ears as they coiler tighter, tighter around a fragile throat. She is wandering, but she doesn't know where she's going, cinnamon capped paws leading her nowhere but deeper into the jungle, deeper into the unknown. Cleo is not afraid though. Fear is relative, and she's a goddess among men. What should frighten her about the dark? The inevitable? She's not like other children, she's darker, twisted, hardly a child at all. It's strange. She knows she's tiny, fragile, easily broken, but she doesn't feel that way.
She doesn't like to think about the things that make her weak either. One ear is deaf and the other... well it seems as if its hearing is going as well. She has to strain to hear the precious words that drip from her reptiles' mouth, too full of herself to insist that they repeat themselves. It's frustrating. So frustrating. She's supposed to be perfect, a half demon with an affinity for herself. Why can she not hear a thing? Maybe that's why she's secluded. Withdrawn. Untrusting. She sees herself as flawed (even though there's nothing wrong with being deaf and a part of her knows that). She wishes things were different.
But this is life.
A faint sound to her right causes her to turn quickly, glowing sanguine colored eyes narrowing. [color=#445544]"It's not nice to sneak up on a half deaf little girl," Cleo calls out faintly, a tail lashing behind her. Her companion for the day - a black mamba with a deadly bite - grows tighter around her petite frame, emitting a low hiss in the direction of the noise. It seems unbothered other than that though, attention easily fixating on the tiny bird that landed so closely to them. Cleo decides to write the noise off as nothing, her snake's apathy towards the situation successful in encouraging her own.
So she continues, a broken tune tumbling easily from tiny lips- lips that now sport a twisted grin. She idly wonders how deep she can go until someone stops her. Maybe no one will and she'll be free to live a wild life amidst the snakes that she cares so deeply for.
That would be nice.
So nice.
(hi i'm trying a new style for cleo bc she's my kid and i want to........ expand with her? so yes here she is,,, i'm sorry in advance she's a Problem™)
She is perfect.
At least that's what the snakes tell her, whispering promises of the divine into waiting ears as they coiler tighter, tighter around a fragile throat. She is wandering, but she doesn't know where she's going, cinnamon capped paws leading her nowhere but deeper into the jungle, deeper into the unknown. Cleo is not afraid though. Fear is relative, and she's a goddess among men. What should frighten her about the dark? The inevitable? She's not like other children, she's darker, twisted, hardly a child at all. It's strange. She knows she's tiny, fragile, easily broken, but she doesn't feel that way.
She doesn't like to think about the things that make her weak either. One ear is deaf and the other... well it seems as if its hearing is going as well. She has to strain to hear the precious words that drip from her reptiles' mouth, too full of herself to insist that they repeat themselves. It's frustrating. So frustrating. She's supposed to be perfect, a half demon with an affinity for herself. Why can she not hear a thing? Maybe that's why she's secluded. Withdrawn. Untrusting. She sees herself as flawed (even though there's nothing wrong with being deaf and a part of her knows that). She wishes things were different.
But this is life.
A faint sound to her right causes her to turn quickly, glowing sanguine colored eyes narrowing. [color=#445544]"It's not nice to sneak up on a half deaf little girl," Cleo calls out faintly, a tail lashing behind her. Her companion for the day - a black mamba with a deadly bite - grows tighter around her petite frame, emitting a low hiss in the direction of the noise. It seems unbothered other than that though, attention easily fixating on the tiny bird that landed so closely to them. Cleo decides to write the noise off as nothing, her snake's apathy towards the situation successful in encouraging her own.
So she continues, a broken tune tumbling easily from tiny lips- lips that now sport a twisted grin. She idly wonders how deep she can go until someone stops her. Maybe no one will and she'll be free to live a wild life amidst the snakes that she cares so deeply for.
That would be nice.
So nice.
(hi i'm trying a new style for cleo bc she's my kid and i want to........ expand with her? so yes here she is,,, i'm sorry in advance she's a Problem™)
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