07-27-2018, 12:01 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 520px; padding-bottom: 17px; overflow: stretch; font-family: verdana;"]The gentle placement of steps in the sand behind her is what stirred her up. She would be naive to think that this didn’t look suspicious, someone, seemingly unrecognizable, resting against the dead body of the Striker. It wouldn’t be apparent to anyone who this black smoke was, so she’d somewhat prepared herself to be faced with some question by whoever found her.
Fischer didn’t expect it to be Goldie though. The lithe form would stagger to face in the direction of the sick girl. "Goldie? Is that ... is that you?" Her voice was gentle, still the same as it had been before. Fischer tilted her face upward, trying to pinpoint the scent of whoever had found her. It was clear, by voice, that it was in fact, her, but the sound of static alarmed her. Besides that, what Goldie said raised some concern. "It’s me, it’s Fischer ... please calm down, breathe ..." The heavy, sharp intakes of air she could hear from Goldenluxury began to worry her, unsure if it was a sign of anxiety or fury. She couldn’t tell what would be worse, for she wished not to upset the girl in any way.
How could she explain this in order to calm her down? "Last night ... the rain was very powerful, the river carried me away, into this body." Fischer said gently, not wanting to really admit that she’d died for a moment and been brought back, reincarnated into this younger form, this form without sight. But she seemed to cower more now, growing concerned with the sound of electricity in the direction of Goldie. And it was so strange, frightening almost, to have no sight but to sense the jolts of small light that came from the other’s paws. "Goldie, I can’t see you ... please ..." She was offering softly, pleading to calm the other down, to believe her that everything was okay. It was then that she finally actually turned her face in the direction of Goldie’s properly, the misty blue-gray eyes blinking rapidly for a moment, then resting still to stare out blankly, lips pursed almost into a frown.
Fischer didn’t expect it to be Goldie though. The lithe form would stagger to face in the direction of the sick girl. "Goldie? Is that ... is that you?" Her voice was gentle, still the same as it had been before. Fischer tilted her face upward, trying to pinpoint the scent of whoever had found her. It was clear, by voice, that it was in fact, her, but the sound of static alarmed her. Besides that, what Goldie said raised some concern. "It’s me, it’s Fischer ... please calm down, breathe ..." The heavy, sharp intakes of air she could hear from Goldenluxury began to worry her, unsure if it was a sign of anxiety or fury. She couldn’t tell what would be worse, for she wished not to upset the girl in any way.
How could she explain this in order to calm her down? "Last night ... the rain was very powerful, the river carried me away, into this body." Fischer said gently, not wanting to really admit that she’d died for a moment and been brought back, reincarnated into this younger form, this form without sight. But she seemed to cower more now, growing concerned with the sound of electricity in the direction of Goldie. And it was so strange, frightening almost, to have no sight but to sense the jolts of small light that came from the other’s paws. "Goldie, I can’t see you ... please ..." She was offering softly, pleading to calm the other down, to believe her that everything was okay. It was then that she finally actually turned her face in the direction of Goldie’s properly, the misty blue-gray eyes blinking rapidly for a moment, then resting still to stare out blankly, lips pursed almost into a frown.
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags