07-31-2018, 10:03 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 230px; font-family: georgia; color: #7b8189; font-size: 10px; text-align: center;line-height: 110%; padding-top:10px; padding-bottom:10px"]i'll never get to heaven cause i don't know how
It seemed a great many had with them some creature they had deemed fit to live with them, caring for the well being of this companion they had chosen to take in, for some unlucky few it had been the other way around. Counted amongst those who had no such creature by their side Aita held little idea on what such a bond might offer, the comfort and companionship something she craved but never wanted to take for herself, content in her own company for the time being.
All the same it was a lonely way to go about life, the few of her family she cared for seemed faint ghosts in her memory, pushed aside too quickly for her to derive any sense of comfort from the memory of past interaction which had left her happy. Hadhi had done her work rather well and, though it was a slow, painful process, was removing each memory the child held of those around her, warping those she could not. Yet something about Cleo, a particular being which had piqued even the demi-god's interest upon first coming across her and the black snake draped about that thin body, was hard for either to forget.
Dark ears perked and swivelled around, her head moving slower, seeking the origin of the voice. All too familiar it took only her voice to bring the bengal to her paws, though exhaustion tugged at her, sought to bring her down into the shade of the tree once more where she could curl up and sleep for a time, but she thought better of it. The snakes set before Cleo gave them momentary pause, a paw hovering above the ground as she looked upon them in their multitude of colours, speaking of the poisonous nature of some yet others hide it in dull tones, swallowing to wet her suddenly dry throat. There was no love shared between Aita and the reptiles before her, least of all the black mamba which they begrudgingly tolerated for the sake of her sister, and so she wondered briefly as to why she decided to approach.
“Ay sis, I uh... nice snakes...” Confusion edged her words yet she did her best to keep her voice from cracking, brow furrowed as she looked upon the snakes before her. Not wishing to be bitten and unfamiliar with how to even approach she thought better of getting too close and set herself a short distance from them, settling and wrapping her tail about her, the tip flicking every few seconds. “Sure ar' a lotta em, how'd ya keep em 'idden so long.” An idle inquiry made somewhat off-hand, their dark gaze moving between the snakes before lifting to Cleo, a look of feigned interest present for she had no wish to disappoint her or to seem she wasn't interested at all. In truth she was somewhat interested, the want to learn all she could, to gain any little scrap of knowledge upon each subject overpowering, but she was not one made to care for another life.
Noticing Rosemary's presence the dark child offered her a small, fleeting smile. She rather liked her aunt, a woman who seemed everything she might hope to be once she was grown, though to aspire to be the Soothsayer was likely not a good path to walk.
[got ninja'ed so sorry for the crappy little end bit]
All the same it was a lonely way to go about life, the few of her family she cared for seemed faint ghosts in her memory, pushed aside too quickly for her to derive any sense of comfort from the memory of past interaction which had left her happy. Hadhi had done her work rather well and, though it was a slow, painful process, was removing each memory the child held of those around her, warping those she could not. Yet something about Cleo, a particular being which had piqued even the demi-god's interest upon first coming across her and the black snake draped about that thin body, was hard for either to forget.
Dark ears perked and swivelled around, her head moving slower, seeking the origin of the voice. All too familiar it took only her voice to bring the bengal to her paws, though exhaustion tugged at her, sought to bring her down into the shade of the tree once more where she could curl up and sleep for a time, but she thought better of it. The snakes set before Cleo gave them momentary pause, a paw hovering above the ground as she looked upon them in their multitude of colours, speaking of the poisonous nature of some yet others hide it in dull tones, swallowing to wet her suddenly dry throat. There was no love shared between Aita and the reptiles before her, least of all the black mamba which they begrudgingly tolerated for the sake of her sister, and so she wondered briefly as to why she decided to approach.
“Ay sis, I uh... nice snakes...” Confusion edged her words yet she did her best to keep her voice from cracking, brow furrowed as she looked upon the snakes before her. Not wishing to be bitten and unfamiliar with how to even approach she thought better of getting too close and set herself a short distance from them, settling and wrapping her tail about her, the tip flicking every few seconds. “Sure ar' a lotta em, how'd ya keep em 'idden so long.” An idle inquiry made somewhat off-hand, their dark gaze moving between the snakes before lifting to Cleo, a look of feigned interest present for she had no wish to disappoint her or to seem she wasn't interested at all. In truth she was somewhat interested, the want to learn all she could, to gain any little scrap of knowledge upon each subject overpowering, but she was not one made to care for another life.
Noticing Rosemary's presence the dark child offered her a small, fleeting smile. She rather liked her aunt, a woman who seemed everything she might hope to be once she was grown, though to aspire to be the Soothsayer was likely not a good path to walk.
[got ninja'ed so sorry for the crappy little end bit]
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