09-19-2018, 12:24 AM
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Gentle crunch beneath wandering steps, pace slow as each proved languid, no need to hurry for her thoughts are elsewhere, turning upon prior days. It takes time before maroon touches upon a pair, lighter than her own but still harbouring a shade similar, blinking with uncertainty. So small, a leaf drawn to her mind as the stranger shudders, involuntary action she can only ponder over. And it seems all she can do, wondering as to what brought one so to their lands, terror in her as her gaze is drawn back, looking on the landscape she had tread before.
Upon her lips Ishayu feel words, rising yet lingering, never spoken as her attention shifts. Familiar face, speaking words not meant to calm but to question, the curl of a frown easy upon her stark features. “Are you alright?” Finally it slips through, worry within her gaze as the serval joins the other, different for he seems encased in gold while she is silver, lowering her head as she speaks.
Gentle crunch beneath wandering steps, pace slow as each proved languid, no need to hurry for her thoughts are elsewhere, turning upon prior days. It takes time before maroon touches upon a pair, lighter than her own but still harbouring a shade similar, blinking with uncertainty. So small, a leaf drawn to her mind as the stranger shudders, involuntary action she can only ponder over. And it seems all she can do, wondering as to what brought one so to their lands, terror in her as her gaze is drawn back, looking on the landscape she had tread before.
Upon her lips Ishayu feel words, rising yet lingering, never spoken as her attention shifts. Familiar face, speaking words not meant to calm but to question, the curl of a frown easy upon her stark features. “Are you alright?” Finally it slips through, worry within her gaze as the serval joins the other, different for he seems encased in gold while she is silver, lowering her head as she speaks.
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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