11-06-2018, 06:52 AM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 360px; line-height:120%; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8.5pt; text-align: justify; margin-bottom:5px"][ ❖ ] ;; – It mattered not the few counted amongst their numbers, these once deemed trespassers seeking a place to deem their own – stole from her for first had she been present in these echoing halls. Yet she had held not this place, never its owner within the traditional sense of one being the sole holder of any structure, mere want all that drove her claim forth. Difficult had it been in those first days, time when she had merely stood by and watched as they took over this place that had been hers for so long now. She had seen it built, the first bricks laid as laughter had echoed about the enclosed valley, breath grown thin as each worker found their routine. And so too had she seen their demise, the structure and the minimal items they had been unable to take with them all that spoke of their presence.
These few were different then they, the gentle beat of pulse beneath skin like paper drawing her interest. Grown fuzzy was the memory of the day she had finally permitted the one deemed Matuah a chance to see her, nothing more then a slight glimpse and once more was she made nothing more then a spectre haunting these halls. More time had been necessary and so it had seemed nothing more then a game of cat and mouse, those amongst these few guessing at where she may next allow herself to be viewed.
Dark were the eyes that rose, found familiar a creature though nothing within the stocky frame he bore was an act of nature – or if it had been her touch, this lover and partner to their patron Death she had viewed him as nothing more then a joke. Brief the lift of smile upon the angular set to short muzzle, yet distinct was the lack of mirth within such. Curiosity was he, to such a point it became all too apparent she was present where he may be found. There had been no need for her to take a space her own, nothing but a waste for another, and so she merely wandered the wings and visited others when the desire found root. Many a night had been passed here, curled within a short distance from the slumbering Reaper, never close enough he may find her presence a disturbance but it was enough she may watch him in sleep.
Ghost was she, shadow behind his steps, though never did touch of paw find the surface of hall. Too great was the energy exerted within the solidification of the body presented, the sheen of grey fur about a body all too thin dull, grown translucent beneath the patches of light dancing across her. Near to the front Aeryn allowed herself to settle, body drawn close until the length of tail found itself wrapped about chest and throat, nose tucked into it. “Do not think you are going without me dear Mutu,” teasing drawl drown across tongue, mirth about each word. There was little which tethered her to this place, touched with the presence of life once more, a place theirs as it was never hers, but he was one who found her interest as no other had.
These few were different then they, the gentle beat of pulse beneath skin like paper drawing her interest. Grown fuzzy was the memory of the day she had finally permitted the one deemed Matuah a chance to see her, nothing more then a slight glimpse and once more was she made nothing more then a spectre haunting these halls. More time had been necessary and so it had seemed nothing more then a game of cat and mouse, those amongst these few guessing at where she may next allow herself to be viewed.
Dark were the eyes that rose, found familiar a creature though nothing within the stocky frame he bore was an act of nature – or if it had been her touch, this lover and partner to their patron Death she had viewed him as nothing more then a joke. Brief the lift of smile upon the angular set to short muzzle, yet distinct was the lack of mirth within such. Curiosity was he, to such a point it became all too apparent she was present where he may be found. There had been no need for her to take a space her own, nothing but a waste for another, and so she merely wandered the wings and visited others when the desire found root. Many a night had been passed here, curled within a short distance from the slumbering Reaper, never close enough he may find her presence a disturbance but it was enough she may watch him in sleep.
Ghost was she, shadow behind his steps, though never did touch of paw find the surface of hall. Too great was the energy exerted within the solidification of the body presented, the sheen of grey fur about a body all too thin dull, grown translucent beneath the patches of light dancing across her. Near to the front Aeryn allowed herself to settle, body drawn close until the length of tail found itself wrapped about chest and throat, nose tucked into it. “Do not think you are going without me dear Mutu,” teasing drawl drown across tongue, mirth about each word. There was little which tethered her to this place, touched with the presence of life once more, a place theirs as it was never hers, but he was one who found her interest as no other had.