08-15-2019, 12:21 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]❥ The ability to sense different things - sight, sound, smell, touch, taste - was a blessing. It opened up the world around oneself; it breathed actual life into everything. Dovedeparture was lucky in that she had never failed in these aspects. What was more was that her senses were heightened. She experienced everything more vividly.
It wasn't all sunshine and roses, however. No, sometimes the sounds were explosive. Her eyes would observe too much. Often, too many different scents assaulted her at once. At times, it felt as though the atoms in the air pressed too tightly against her skin. And food was so full of different tastes that it made her sick. Because of this, she often found herself numbing her abilities so that only sight and sound were amplified.
The sound of a scream ripped her forcefully from her nap among the wildflowers. Her heart felt as though it were going to beat out of her chest, and she took a few breaths to steady herself. She scanned her environment but could not locate the source of the noise.
And then it sounded again. The haunting melody was so pained and confused that it caused Dove to wince. The wildcat supposed she ought to check out what was happening, but seeing as she didn't recognize the voice, she readied herself for the worst. Perhaps this was an attack of some sort.
When the angel reached the creature, puzzlement etched itself onto her delicate features. 'Certainly not an act of war.' She watched it squirm in the sands, as if it had never walked before. The tiger's fur was partially drenched, and she wondered if the odd behavior was a symptom of near-drowning. "Uh... Hey, big guy, are you alright?"
It wasn't all sunshine and roses, however. No, sometimes the sounds were explosive. Her eyes would observe too much. Often, too many different scents assaulted her at once. At times, it felt as though the atoms in the air pressed too tightly against her skin. And food was so full of different tastes that it made her sick. Because of this, she often found herself numbing her abilities so that only sight and sound were amplified.
The sound of a scream ripped her forcefully from her nap among the wildflowers. Her heart felt as though it were going to beat out of her chest, and she took a few breaths to steady herself. She scanned her environment but could not locate the source of the noise.
And then it sounded again. The haunting melody was so pained and confused that it caused Dove to wince. The wildcat supposed she ought to check out what was happening, but seeing as she didn't recognize the voice, she readied herself for the worst. Perhaps this was an attack of some sort.
When the angel reached the creature, puzzlement etched itself onto her delicate features. 'Certainly not an act of war.' She watched it squirm in the sands, as if it had never walked before. The tiger's fur was partially drenched, and she wondered if the odd behavior was a symptom of near-drowning. "Uh... Hey, big guy, are you alright?"
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[glow=black,200,600]but i broke my wings for you[/glow]
[div style=" font-family:; arial black; text-align: center"]dovedeparture | crewmate | the typhoon | tags
[glow=black,1,100]i smiled as you untied our love for good