08-12-2018, 11:39 AM
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Regret was a gentle butterflies wing brushing across her heart, but it was enough. Slowly she lowered her paw once more, barely catching herself before she tumbled into the water, barely registering as her teeth cut through. But a drop of blood fell from her, a scarlet spot upon the water before it was gone, drawn away by the current. For a few short seconds she is left adrift in grief, the face looking back at her a stranger in all ways, before a voice finds her, familiar and so gentle.
"I dare say, you do still look as pretty."
A mere trick of the mind, conjured in a moment when joy had become desperation, seeking an escape. Shuddering breath passed her teeth and slow was the rise of those maroon toned eyes, widening a fraction as she finds the tigress before her, jaw slackening somewhat. Never had she been deemed pretty for the few who had dared to set their attention upon her had seen nought but ill-intent though she had been nothing more than a child, battered and bruised, forced into a role she had no say upon. Something within her sought to speak similar words, little more than her want to not seem foolish holding her back, once more a soft smile finding a place upon her lips.
To see Ja'sunna smile, bare witness to what Ishayu had deemed little more than a stoic and serious soul softening for her, it lifted her heart. A faint murmur of sound was it, eyes fluttering closed as the head falls, gentle laughter parting her lips once more. Silly was it to indulge in such thoughts, to allow her mind to wander upon a path she might never truly walk but indulge she does, if only for a few seconds.
“And more,” faint is the whisper she offers, never daring to raise her voice beyond for the moment seems like glass, pretty and fragile.
Regret was a gentle butterflies wing brushing across her heart, but it was enough. Slowly she lowered her paw once more, barely catching herself before she tumbled into the water, barely registering as her teeth cut through. But a drop of blood fell from her, a scarlet spot upon the water before it was gone, drawn away by the current. For a few short seconds she is left adrift in grief, the face looking back at her a stranger in all ways, before a voice finds her, familiar and so gentle.
"I dare say, you do still look as pretty."
A mere trick of the mind, conjured in a moment when joy had become desperation, seeking an escape. Shuddering breath passed her teeth and slow was the rise of those maroon toned eyes, widening a fraction as she finds the tigress before her, jaw slackening somewhat. Never had she been deemed pretty for the few who had dared to set their attention upon her had seen nought but ill-intent though she had been nothing more than a child, battered and bruised, forced into a role she had no say upon. Something within her sought to speak similar words, little more than her want to not seem foolish holding her back, once more a soft smile finding a place upon her lips.
To see Ja'sunna smile, bare witness to what Ishayu had deemed little more than a stoic and serious soul softening for her, it lifted her heart. A faint murmur of sound was it, eyes fluttering closed as the head falls, gentle laughter parting her lips once more. Silly was it to indulge in such thoughts, to allow her mind to wander upon a path she might never truly walk but indulge she does, if only for a few seconds.
“And more,” faint is the whisper she offers, never daring to raise her voice beyond for the moment seems like glass, pretty and fragile.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike