10-06-2018, 01:15 PM
The juniper and wax current parted with veridian flourish, and from it’s creeping tendrils crawled a fox. Small, ruddy, but standing in such a way that asserted they were unaware of their size, Syzygy noticed only the black leather mask on their face. A grim tableaux, a reminder of a time with pestilence and death and fire, Syzygy found no need to wear it in times of relative peace. Her stance, already shuddering, broke further when the strange fox came to circle her, and she could not help the lash of her tail or the unsheathing of her claws as she dug them into the mud and peat of the mountains. Just as soon as they came they were gone and Syzygy was left only with an overwhelming sense of discontent. The feeling spread through bones and marrow and infected every part of her body and blood until she felt her skin crawl with worms and maggots. Her fur prickled and her shoulders tensed, the blood pumping in her ears so loudly it almost drowned out the simple question on the fox’s lips. Syzygy avoided his gaze but pondered her answer nonetheless, taking so long so that it might be assumed she had just stumbled upon some inalienable truth of life. The blood rushed to her face and her ears pinned back against her head, feeling heat a thousand degrees above normal settle upon her cheeks. She hated speaking, she hated interacting, she hated saying anything. Syzygy came to the conclusion that she was way in over her head.
"Um, yeah, I guess I do. I’m Syzygy, and I was hoping to join Sunhaven," she murmured finally, speaking more to the tussocks of grass she tore underfoot than the tiny host of listeners. A few moments passed and she grew increasingly aware of her audience’s silence, she she snapped her head up and spoke again, smiling a smile she knew was a dead giveaway for her anxiety. "Though you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to. Lots of people say my name is kind of long and hard to pronounce so they just... don’t talk to me. You can call me whatever you want, it doesn’t—I’m sorry, I’m talking to much."
Syzygy went silent again, cursing her big mouth.
"Um, yeah, I guess I do. I’m Syzygy, and I was hoping to join Sunhaven," she murmured finally, speaking more to the tussocks of grass she tore underfoot than the tiny host of listeners. A few moments passed and she grew increasingly aware of her audience’s silence, she she snapped her head up and spoke again, smiling a smile she knew was a dead giveaway for her anxiety. "Though you don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to. Lots of people say my name is kind of long and hard to pronounce so they just... don’t talk to me. You can call me whatever you want, it doesn’t—I’m sorry, I’m talking to much."
Syzygy went silent again, cursing her big mouth.
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