07-31-2018, 05:10 AM
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☼ - Delphi was familiar with the concept of a past that continued to follow her. Everyone had their own hidden stories, some intriguing the fledgeling girl more-so than others. She had never been rude enough to ask outright what disturbed people, what kept them up at night, what demons they had left behind in their past lives: although it hadn't stopped the deep blue kitsune from pondering the possibilities in the sanctity of her own spare time. What inevitably kept her own lips together despite her curiosity was sensitivity, knowing she was in no place to ask such questions when she would struggle to answer that exact question if asked toward her. The Sanctuary was where she was born, raised, where she was gifted with Iota, Chlorophytum, Genista, her sisters. Delphinium had been the key subject of research, subjecting her to unusual tests and sizing her up against other "specimen" both in physical alterations and in forcing her to adapt to manipulating the minds of others. Assigned numbers, not even granted the gift of having a name. 015 had been her one and only name to anyone but those she cared most about. What Delphinium saw was nothing in comparison to the horrors others at the Sanctuary had faced, sealed away behind white walls away from prying olive eyes.
Those same eyes now swept across the increasingly familiar landscape of Tanglewood's territory, aged and nearly full grown. They held their childish hope in them still, following in the larger pawsteps of Morgan through the marsh toward what was surely a newcomer. Delphi had not sighted Desperado, nor scented him, but instead sensed his presence without the need for physical senses. As predicted an unknown figure sat at Tanglewood's border, faced by the vaguely familiar Vigenere and Morgan, with another unfamiliar face off to the side behind them. Similar to Delilah there wasn't much the mythic could say, instead choosing to remain silent as she came up alongside the Samoyed, gaze focused on Desperado as she fixed him with a warm smile as the small congregation awaited an answer.
Those same eyes now swept across the increasingly familiar landscape of Tanglewood's territory, aged and nearly full grown. They held their childish hope in them still, following in the larger pawsteps of Morgan through the marsh toward what was surely a newcomer. Delphi had not sighted Desperado, nor scented him, but instead sensed his presence without the need for physical senses. As predicted an unknown figure sat at Tanglewood's border, faced by the vaguely familiar Vigenere and Morgan, with another unfamiliar face off to the side behind them. Similar to Delilah there wasn't much the mythic could say, instead choosing to remain silent as she came up alongside the Samoyed, gaze focused on Desperado as she fixed him with a warm smile as the small congregation awaited an answer.
pick out her heart with a kitchen fork
where, oh where will we go next, haunted pillow beneath my head?: