12-01-2018, 01:08 AM
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Sybil lowered her head, slowly, as whispers drifted towards her on the wind. Spirits murmured all around her - though none her family -, urging her to move, to run. It seemed her friends on the other side were always wanting her to flee this place. It felt like a war was raging inside of herself: the spirits wished her to leave while she knew the gods wished her here.
But what did she want? She wasn't entirely sure.
The golden circlet tinkled lightly as she lifted her head skyward once more. Her thoughts began to wander now, and Agathe continued to appear in her mind. The black panther scowled. She could not fathom for what reasons that girl was constantly traipsing her mindscape. She shook her head as black lips moved wordlessly to dismiss the swell of phantom voices. Much to her chagrin, she allowed the visions of Agathe to come. And, against her better judgement, the Starstruck Guardian attempted to peer into Agathe's mind.
.... She was sad? Sybil's fictional brows knitted together. The emotions that radiated from Ag seemed to seep into her own being, which was as chilling as it was curious. She tried to ignore it, to blame it on her powers though she couldn't help but feel as if it were something... more. It felt like a primordial connection lay interwoven between the pair. That, Sybil decided, was terrifying.
"Find me," the obsidian creature sent telepathically, moving to a standing position. She headed in the direction of the ruins of the ancient city. The decrepit structures were hauntingly beautiful in the daylight and even more attractive in the gentle light of night. Moonlight would swim downwards, illuminating the fallen civilization, setting the marble fixtures ablaze with something like starlight.
It didn't take Sybil long to reach her destination. Here, she would await Agathe - she hoped.
Sybil lowered her head, slowly, as whispers drifted towards her on the wind. Spirits murmured all around her - though none her family -, urging her to move, to run. It seemed her friends on the other side were always wanting her to flee this place. It felt like a war was raging inside of herself: the spirits wished her to leave while she knew the gods wished her here.
But what did she want? She wasn't entirely sure.
The golden circlet tinkled lightly as she lifted her head skyward once more. Her thoughts began to wander now, and Agathe continued to appear in her mind. The black panther scowled. She could not fathom for what reasons that girl was constantly traipsing her mindscape. She shook her head as black lips moved wordlessly to dismiss the swell of phantom voices. Much to her chagrin, she allowed the visions of Agathe to come. And, against her better judgement, the Starstruck Guardian attempted to peer into Agathe's mind.
.... She was sad? Sybil's fictional brows knitted together. The emotions that radiated from Ag seemed to seep into her own being, which was as chilling as it was curious. She tried to ignore it, to blame it on her powers though she couldn't help but feel as if it were something... more. It felt like a primordial connection lay interwoven between the pair. That, Sybil decided, was terrifying.
"Find me," the obsidian creature sent telepathically, moving to a standing position. She headed in the direction of the ruins of the ancient city. The decrepit structures were hauntingly beautiful in the daylight and even more attractive in the gentle light of night. Moonlight would swim downwards, illuminating the fallen civilization, setting the marble fixtures ablaze with something like starlight.
It didn't take Sybil long to reach her destination. Here, she would await Agathe - she hoped.
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[glow=black,10,100]now she's gonna play and sing[/glow]
sybil morag | soothsayer | communicates telepathically | the ascendants | [url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8885.msg0;boardseen#new]tags
[glow=black,1,100]and lock you in her heart