08-18-2018, 08:38 AM
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Death and blood had driven her from the only home she had known, a shock to the system for being so forcefully ejected from a life one had been made for, a solider from the moment her first breath had parted pale lips, it had been hard to grow accustomed to living on the outside. She had been forced to make do and so she had done just that, crafting a life for herself out of the crumbling ashes of the past, found a family within strangers who offered smiles and laughter so easily, a daughter to them where her own parents had deemed her little more than a disappointment, a waste of space to be removed at the earliest possibility.
Yet such a story held no happy ending or Ishayu would be present within the sand swept land she had once thought of with gentle fondness not here where homes were locked together by wooden boardwalks, harbour some sense of love for those present within, enjoying the life she had been given. No, it had come to end in the heat of flames, eating through the simple wooden structures they had thrown up, nothing left but ash and charred bone, those she had left behind alive only in fragmented memory.
And so the serval wandered the border, found peace in the simple act, allowing each memory to flood her mind. Her time here had been short, just over two weeks if her perception of time proved correct, though such was hard to tell for she had been cooped up in her home for a few days now, enjoying some quiet, but fruitful. There had been much she had found herself immersed within yet she found her steps drawing her to the line between mountain and beach, feeling the grains between her toes, catching there upon the delicate skin. Large ears swivelled around as a voice rose, familiar in some ways though the speaker was largely a stranger to her still, something she wished to remedy some time soon.
Picking up her pace Ishayu grew agitated upon catching sight of the stranger, his posture speaking of danger. Moving to stand slightly in front of Gordon in hopes it made her a bigger target, her own stature towering above the mixed feline, lips peeling back though her tone was terse, kept devoid of emotion as she watched the stranger. “It is best you stay calm or leave now, I have no wish to end this with either of us bloodied.” Briefly she glanced over her shoulder towards Gordon, wondering how it was she had approached without realising he was within a state of agitation, but never dared to think less of her. Trained from such a young age it became all too easy to tell when another was preparing to attack, body speaking louder than any word might, and so she waited, acting as a shield for the Sunbearer.
Death and blood had driven her from the only home she had known, a shock to the system for being so forcefully ejected from a life one had been made for, a solider from the moment her first breath had parted pale lips, it had been hard to grow accustomed to living on the outside. She had been forced to make do and so she had done just that, crafting a life for herself out of the crumbling ashes of the past, found a family within strangers who offered smiles and laughter so easily, a daughter to them where her own parents had deemed her little more than a disappointment, a waste of space to be removed at the earliest possibility.
Yet such a story held no happy ending or Ishayu would be present within the sand swept land she had once thought of with gentle fondness not here where homes were locked together by wooden boardwalks, harbour some sense of love for those present within, enjoying the life she had been given. No, it had come to end in the heat of flames, eating through the simple wooden structures they had thrown up, nothing left but ash and charred bone, those she had left behind alive only in fragmented memory.
And so the serval wandered the border, found peace in the simple act, allowing each memory to flood her mind. Her time here had been short, just over two weeks if her perception of time proved correct, though such was hard to tell for she had been cooped up in her home for a few days now, enjoying some quiet, but fruitful. There had been much she had found herself immersed within yet she found her steps drawing her to the line between mountain and beach, feeling the grains between her toes, catching there upon the delicate skin. Large ears swivelled around as a voice rose, familiar in some ways though the speaker was largely a stranger to her still, something she wished to remedy some time soon.
Picking up her pace Ishayu grew agitated upon catching sight of the stranger, his posture speaking of danger. Moving to stand slightly in front of Gordon in hopes it made her a bigger target, her own stature towering above the mixed feline, lips peeling back though her tone was terse, kept devoid of emotion as she watched the stranger. “It is best you stay calm or leave now, I have no wish to end this with either of us bloodied.” Briefly she glanced over her shoulder towards Gordon, wondering how it was she had approached without realising he was within a state of agitation, but never dared to think less of her. Trained from such a young age it became all too easy to tell when another was preparing to attack, body speaking louder than any word might, and so she waited, acting as a shield for the Sunbearer.
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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