08-20-2018, 11:04 PM
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There were no words within the wonder which widened maroon eyes, looking upon the figure of a creature whose existence should not have been yet had seemingly clawed its way back into the land of the living. It was not unease which forced her to shuffle back a step but rather something else, a flicker within the pit of her stomach she would put no name to, gaze trailing over Eternal, enjoying the sight and taking in all in, from the dark tone of skin stretched taunt to the spines of shimmering gold, the first of her kind Ishayu had come to pass.
“Oh, yes we are relatively new,” blinking a few times to break her reverie her tone rose in volume so Eternal might hear her better, once more shocked at how truly short a period it was since the group had been founded, her own time barely containing three weeks and yet here she stood, one within a position of power and expected to keep strong the bonds between her home and those deemed allies. “We are on a beach surrounded by mountains, it took us about a week to get here but our load slowed us some.” Coming so far in land from the sea locked town had been a hardship for their progress had been painstakingly slow with the constant need to repair a broken axle or a wheel that had come loose, but alone it was ground she could cross within three or so days, to one such as the spinosaurus it could take even less time.
Well this was another oddity. Metal seemed to have replaced where flesh and bone had failed, a soft hum breaking through purse lips though she offered nothing in regards to his appearance. If nothing else Ishayu prided herself on being a gentlewoman, never speaking of outward looks within light of trouble, expecting the same with her lack of limb and the colouration she bore though here it seemed less out of place.
“Greetings Zjarr,” odd was the name to her tongue, a struggle to get out for never had she heard one like it, wondering briefly if it was one given or claimed as hers had been. “Indeed, it is nothing special but it allows me to work.” A wistful tone touched these words and teeth gnawed upon her lower lip. It had been an act to try and reclaim her past, remembering the days when she had been nothing more than an apprentice, learning a craft she had come to love so dearly. Some days she thought of abandoning it, allowing the memories of a forge ringing with the sound of hammer upon metal and the laughter of smiths at work, happy to do their job, to take its place, but it was all too hard to give up what made her so happy.
There were no words within the wonder which widened maroon eyes, looking upon the figure of a creature whose existence should not have been yet had seemingly clawed its way back into the land of the living. It was not unease which forced her to shuffle back a step but rather something else, a flicker within the pit of her stomach she would put no name to, gaze trailing over Eternal, enjoying the sight and taking in all in, from the dark tone of skin stretched taunt to the spines of shimmering gold, the first of her kind Ishayu had come to pass.
“Oh, yes we are relatively new,” blinking a few times to break her reverie her tone rose in volume so Eternal might hear her better, once more shocked at how truly short a period it was since the group had been founded, her own time barely containing three weeks and yet here she stood, one within a position of power and expected to keep strong the bonds between her home and those deemed allies. “We are on a beach surrounded by mountains, it took us about a week to get here but our load slowed us some.” Coming so far in land from the sea locked town had been a hardship for their progress had been painstakingly slow with the constant need to repair a broken axle or a wheel that had come loose, but alone it was ground she could cross within three or so days, to one such as the spinosaurus it could take even less time.
Well this was another oddity. Metal seemed to have replaced where flesh and bone had failed, a soft hum breaking through purse lips though she offered nothing in regards to his appearance. If nothing else Ishayu prided herself on being a gentlewoman, never speaking of outward looks within light of trouble, expecting the same with her lack of limb and the colouration she bore though here it seemed less out of place.
“Greetings Zjarr,” odd was the name to her tongue, a struggle to get out for never had she heard one like it, wondering briefly if it was one given or claimed as hers had been. “Indeed, it is nothing special but it allows me to work.” A wistful tone touched these words and teeth gnawed upon her lower lip. It had been an act to try and reclaim her past, remembering the days when she had been nothing more than an apprentice, learning a craft she had come to love so dearly. Some days she thought of abandoning it, allowing the memories of a forge ringing with the sound of hammer upon metal and the laughter of smiths at work, happy to do their job, to take its place, but it was all too hard to give up what made her so happy.
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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