10-31-2018, 03:59 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 340px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"]Ill-begotten life. An experiment possibly, creation made within the image of perfection that simply found no root, skin and muscle sloughing off bone until it become nothing more than a mass of pink gelatin. Or otherwise the dead given second chance, body reanimated within the process of decay eating away at the fragile fibres that made it whole, leaving only this mess behind.
Dark were the eyes that next found the thing before them, clear in the spark of disgust which rose about the central pupils, narrowed until it seemed a needle had been poked through the brown. Lips moving, corners drawing back until the sheen of teeth glimmering with a thin layer of saliva were bared, tip of pink tongue poking through for brief moment. It mattered not the things within that head, thoughts of beauty contained in flesh that had grown disgusting, the twitch of muscle beneath leaving the skin to crawl and move as though something was beneath it. Or might that be an addition their own mind had put forth, seeking worse within this thing.
“It might not be smart to allow it anywhere near them,” murmur spoken towards the Goldenblood, words for her alone, before forced smile was placed upon lips. “Greetings, as the Goldenblood has said would you please tell us your name and why you are here for Tanglewood.” Bushing tail flicked towards Gordon, hoping she would prepare to get others if such proved necessary, the way this stranger had spoken, calling for the refugees they were housing, plucking already high strung nerves.
Dark were the eyes that next found the thing before them, clear in the spark of disgust which rose about the central pupils, narrowed until it seemed a needle had been poked through the brown. Lips moving, corners drawing back until the sheen of teeth glimmering with a thin layer of saliva were bared, tip of pink tongue poking through for brief moment. It mattered not the things within that head, thoughts of beauty contained in flesh that had grown disgusting, the twitch of muscle beneath leaving the skin to crawl and move as though something was beneath it. Or might that be an addition their own mind had put forth, seeking worse within this thing.
“It might not be smart to allow it anywhere near them,” murmur spoken towards the Goldenblood, words for her alone, before forced smile was placed upon lips. “Greetings, as the Goldenblood has said would you please tell us your name and why you are here for Tanglewood.” Bushing tail flicked towards Gordon, hoping she would prepare to get others if such proved necessary, the way this stranger had spoken, calling for the refugees they were housing, plucking already high strung nerves.