08-27-2018, 09:56 AM
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It seemed not to matter time had stretched between the two points when her life had been contained to such a landscape where only sand might greet the eye, left a golden hue beneath the sun, harbouring a heat which scorch. Rare was life within yet resilient was that which flourished, clinging to the edges and refusing to allow itself to be pulled, give up without a chance to fight for its continued existence. Once she had been within a similar place, had found herself fighting for each breath she drew, felt the sting of sand within as it scoured her lungs.
Some part of her missed it, recalled those days when sweat had soaked her fur, when the taste of blood mingled with sand, felt skin tear beneath her claws. Yet it had been a cage, no matter the gilding upon the bars, a prison to hold her in place for she had a use if not a purpose, nothing more than a doll to be played with until one grew bored. She had not allowed them time to grow dull with her, and yet still had she been discarded, tossed aside for the actions of another, pinned upon her for what good was her word against one in his position, even brought low as he had been?
Beneath her paws the sand crunched gently, the cloak draped about her form rustling with each. There was nothing silent nor inconspicuous about her approach for such proved difficult, her need for covering making such an impossibility, though she had given up on caring. Others were present already and so it seemed she had lagged behind some, unsurprising at least for she had found her gaze wandering, taking it all in. But that voice, so different from the tone he had taken when requesting assistance, drew her back, lips drawing away from her teeth in a look of disgust. Though there was no lie within his words she could not help the response, one that might never be truly shifted.
Words lingered upon the edge of her tongue but for now Ishayu refused to speak, merely allowing her gaze to flick towards the next. He spoke rather differently from Esklav, though it left her skin to crawl within the same fashion, something about it unsettling.
It seemed not to matter time had stretched between the two points when her life had been contained to such a landscape where only sand might greet the eye, left a golden hue beneath the sun, harbouring a heat which scorch. Rare was life within yet resilient was that which flourished, clinging to the edges and refusing to allow itself to be pulled, give up without a chance to fight for its continued existence. Once she had been within a similar place, had found herself fighting for each breath she drew, felt the sting of sand within as it scoured her lungs.
Some part of her missed it, recalled those days when sweat had soaked her fur, when the taste of blood mingled with sand, felt skin tear beneath her claws. Yet it had been a cage, no matter the gilding upon the bars, a prison to hold her in place for she had a use if not a purpose, nothing more than a doll to be played with until one grew bored. She had not allowed them time to grow dull with her, and yet still had she been discarded, tossed aside for the actions of another, pinned upon her for what good was her word against one in his position, even brought low as he had been?
Beneath her paws the sand crunched gently, the cloak draped about her form rustling with each. There was nothing silent nor inconspicuous about her approach for such proved difficult, her need for covering making such an impossibility, though she had given up on caring. Others were present already and so it seemed she had lagged behind some, unsurprising at least for she had found her gaze wandering, taking it all in. But that voice, so different from the tone he had taken when requesting assistance, drew her back, lips drawing away from her teeth in a look of disgust. Though there was no lie within his words she could not help the response, one that might never be truly shifted.
Words lingered upon the edge of her tongue but for now Ishayu refused to speak, merely allowing her gaze to flick towards the next. He spoke rather differently from Esklav, though it left her skin to crawl within the same fashion, something about it unsettling.
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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