10-22-2018, 05:43 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]a sickness that could not be treated; for once, junji could sympathize. inside him churned a blackness, coiled around his soil, weakening him each passing day. it was something he had brought upon himself, and the one thing that would cure it would leave him with a cold, empty life. he was not willing to sacrifice his happiness, not to rid himself of the corruption that ate at him.
he could taste the storm in the air before it came. sharp, cold ocean winds battering against the jungle and the huts that were nestled upon the beach brought him out from the canopy. he hoped the storm would not be too harsh, and willed the waves back from lapping too closely at the homes. jun looked out over the angry sea and the dark clouds brewing overhead, and breathed a small sigh as rain began to fall on the sands.
somewhere off to the side of the huts, he heard a voice in the wind; for a moment he thought himself to have imagined it, words uttered in his native language, someone asking for shelter from the storm. the angel slowly rose from his place and padded toward it; his eyes settled upon a lioness shuffling toward the huts, obviously sick with... something. "sunt te licuit?" he called to her, lifting his wings as he bounded toward her. caution was pushed from his mind, the need to help pulling him in.
"veni mecum," junji cooed, beckoning her closer,"nos mos succurro vos." he waited a moment to see if she would accept, and then the soothsayer turned to pad through the cluster of homes. his own was deep in the jungle, likely too far for the lioness to walk now, but the least he could do for her right then was get her out of the rain. his love's home was not far; he could only hope luca wouldn't mind him intruding with a sick stranger.
he could taste the storm in the air before it came. sharp, cold ocean winds battering against the jungle and the huts that were nestled upon the beach brought him out from the canopy. he hoped the storm would not be too harsh, and willed the waves back from lapping too closely at the homes. jun looked out over the angry sea and the dark clouds brewing overhead, and breathed a small sigh as rain began to fall on the sands.
somewhere off to the side of the huts, he heard a voice in the wind; for a moment he thought himself to have imagined it, words uttered in his native language, someone asking for shelter from the storm. the angel slowly rose from his place and padded toward it; his eyes settled upon a lioness shuffling toward the huts, obviously sick with... something. "sunt te licuit?" he called to her, lifting his wings as he bounded toward her. caution was pushed from his mind, the need to help pulling him in.
"veni mecum," junji cooed, beckoning her closer,"nos mos succurro vos." he waited a moment to see if she would accept, and then the soothsayer turned to pad through the cluster of homes. his own was deep in the jungle, likely too far for the lioness to walk now, but the least he could do for her right then was get her out of the rain. his love's home was not far; he could only hope luca wouldn't mind him intruding with a sick stranger.
[align=center][div style="font-size:17pt;line-height:1.1;color:white;font-family:impact"][i]hello my old heart