08-21-2018, 08:17 PM
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Ishayu had felt that pain, allowed her heart to be laid bare before another only for her to be torn from her grasp, left alone as the woman she had so desperately loved had been smeared across the sand. It had taken a great deal of time for the pain to fade, to pick up the lingering fragments of her life she was allowed to hold onto, but she had done just that. This place had become a home to her in ways she never dared to hope, yet something was there, a lingering sense she didn't belong.
Heavy was the smell of rain about her forge, mixing with the tang of metal grown heated within the flames, a thing she found oddly comforting. There had been little in way of rain in the desert, what there was nothing more than sparse showers quick to end and be soaked up by the sand, here it went on, lingering about the edges as though it never sought to let go. She had left for her workspace well before it had begun and had been kept within for it seemed the rain had set in for the day, something the serval was fine with for her work was more important than trivial tasks awaiting her at home.
It was not the sound of the rather graceless fall nor the sound produced from it but a voice, raising about her and filling the space, confusion twisting stark features. She had been Bucky about but never within the mountains, he seemed less prone to wandering as some others were, his presence so close enough to force her to put aside her tools. Stepping closer to the entrance she peered through the sheet of rain, a soft sound escaping her as she found the other, standing with what seemed a stranger covered in mud, unsure if she should approach.
Familiarity was within those words, a name shared so easily speaking of past interaction, and so she hung back for now, though Ishayu took a few steps out into the rain, there only if this Levi decided it was a better idea to be aggressive than calming address the situation playing out before him.
Ishayu had felt that pain, allowed her heart to be laid bare before another only for her to be torn from her grasp, left alone as the woman she had so desperately loved had been smeared across the sand. It had taken a great deal of time for the pain to fade, to pick up the lingering fragments of her life she was allowed to hold onto, but she had done just that. This place had become a home to her in ways she never dared to hope, yet something was there, a lingering sense she didn't belong.
Heavy was the smell of rain about her forge, mixing with the tang of metal grown heated within the flames, a thing she found oddly comforting. There had been little in way of rain in the desert, what there was nothing more than sparse showers quick to end and be soaked up by the sand, here it went on, lingering about the edges as though it never sought to let go. She had left for her workspace well before it had begun and had been kept within for it seemed the rain had set in for the day, something the serval was fine with for her work was more important than trivial tasks awaiting her at home.
It was not the sound of the rather graceless fall nor the sound produced from it but a voice, raising about her and filling the space, confusion twisting stark features. She had been Bucky about but never within the mountains, he seemed less prone to wandering as some others were, his presence so close enough to force her to put aside her tools. Stepping closer to the entrance she peered through the sheet of rain, a soft sound escaping her as she found the other, standing with what seemed a stranger covered in mud, unsure if she should approach.
Familiarity was within those words, a name shared so easily speaking of past interaction, and so she hung back for now, though Ishayu took a few steps out into the rain, there only if this Levi decided it was a better idea to be aggressive than calming address the situation playing out before him.
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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