11-11-2018, 05:12 PM
Familiarity, she thinks.
Normalcy, she murmurs through the bond. A response to the refreshing smell of salt water and sand she recognizes from Talia’s end. It’s then that she hears Talia’s excited exclamation, I see water!
She nearly responds sarcastically, making a dig at her own lack of sight but keeps it to herself, shaking her head slightly. As if her wife could see her doing it anyhow. She prefers walking to flying, especially when she can’t see her destination, but it does take longer than it usually would.
Malkyn misses the small village, she misses the quietness of it, the peaceful feeling it gave off as the waves crashed against the shore, the seagulls above them. She doesn’t miss the fort, or the mall. She misses the village, with the soft-hearted members, the gentleness and the warmth.
The slightly smaller hellhound at four feet uses what imagery she got from the bond of the island to find the land bridge. Wings tuck tightly against her sides as she feels herself walk too close to the edge occasionally and slide down into the water with one foot. Eventually, the disabled hound gets to the island, sitting down heavily and shifting her wings slightly to get more comfortable.
Far from where we were. Her back legs sit at an awkward angle, feeling half dead from the walk but at least she can feel them. A heavy weight lands on her horns, air rushing down her back and an inquisitive chirp falling from the large bird that’s just landed on her head.
”Touch the bell, Vahlen. And that doesn’t mean throwing a bone at it.” She feels the bearded vulture let go of her horns and fly over to the bell nearby, a sudden sound of the bell tolling and then a louder more curious squawk from her companion.
What she can’t see is the large bird leaned over one of the concrete slabs, looking into a bucket of black mambas.
Normalcy, she murmurs through the bond. A response to the refreshing smell of salt water and sand she recognizes from Talia’s end. It’s then that she hears Talia’s excited exclamation, I see water!
She nearly responds sarcastically, making a dig at her own lack of sight but keeps it to herself, shaking her head slightly. As if her wife could see her doing it anyhow. She prefers walking to flying, especially when she can’t see her destination, but it does take longer than it usually would.
Malkyn misses the small village, she misses the quietness of it, the peaceful feeling it gave off as the waves crashed against the shore, the seagulls above them. She doesn’t miss the fort, or the mall. She misses the village, with the soft-hearted members, the gentleness and the warmth.
The slightly smaller hellhound at four feet uses what imagery she got from the bond of the island to find the land bridge. Wings tuck tightly against her sides as she feels herself walk too close to the edge occasionally and slide down into the water with one foot. Eventually, the disabled hound gets to the island, sitting down heavily and shifting her wings slightly to get more comfortable.
Far from where we were. Her back legs sit at an awkward angle, feeling half dead from the walk but at least she can feel them. A heavy weight lands on her horns, air rushing down her back and an inquisitive chirp falling from the large bird that’s just landed on her head.
”Touch the bell, Vahlen. And that doesn’t mean throwing a bone at it.” She feels the bearded vulture let go of her horns and fly over to the bell nearby, a sudden sound of the bell tolling and then a louder more curious squawk from her companion.
What she can’t see is the large bird leaned over one of the concrete slabs, looking into a bucket of black mambas.
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]