08-03-2020, 01:59 AM
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[ THE ECLIPSED MOON ]
Of fire she knew only the ceaseless hunger, a destruction wrought in tender flames of warmth. Lost in cavernous halls of echoing thought that which it imbued, peace a notion far from burning heart, a caged beast bearing a fraying collar.
Unhurried each step, from mind lacking the burden of barbaric practices played out among coarse dunes that plagued those few, unwilling hosts to atrocities performed upon their shore, yet others roved those fraying threads. Departure had been noted, though the time of it was rather late compared to when it was conducted, seized her heart beneath a crushing worry. Though meagre at least trackable his activities during time of solitary confinement, this bore the weight of something different, however. Of course alone was she in carrying the knowledge of another, she who tended a garden amidst the heat of the desert, imparted in words he knew note were light with affection.
Among their company he was within safe harbours, the delay of relayed information a false security they clung to as the hours wore on.
Of Trygve may one say he held the gift of fury but of tact he was lacking. Stilled her forward momentum as upon the salt touched breeze was carried the nausieating smell of charred flesh. For a moment Eulia thought better of attending what was surely a hurt peer, yet such was all she had, the momentary forethought put aside in favour of hastily conducted approach. Alike was her own concluded with a fair distance between, lone ships in the night they three, bathed within the flickering illumination of oddly hued flames licking at the skies dark belly.
To the tip of her tongue arose his name, yet about it did teeth close, sorrow alight within depths of bleached lilac, wavering as it skirted along the assembled mass. Almost may she see it, the cruel teeth of decaying heat arising in another flickering extension, pitiful the whimper that slipped between pursed lips. His was this moment and thus sand streaked the paw thst was pressed to mouth to stifle any other, to Trygve her attention turning.
Unhurried each step, from mind lacking the burden of barbaric practices played out among coarse dunes that plagued those few, unwilling hosts to atrocities performed upon their shore, yet others roved those fraying threads. Departure had been noted, though the time of it was rather late compared to when it was conducted, seized her heart beneath a crushing worry. Though meagre at least trackable his activities during time of solitary confinement, this bore the weight of something different, however. Of course alone was she in carrying the knowledge of another, she who tended a garden amidst the heat of the desert, imparted in words he knew note were light with affection.
Among their company he was within safe harbours, the delay of relayed information a false security they clung to as the hours wore on.
Of Trygve may one say he held the gift of fury but of tact he was lacking. Stilled her forward momentum as upon the salt touched breeze was carried the nausieating smell of charred flesh. For a moment Eulia thought better of attending what was surely a hurt peer, yet such was all she had, the momentary forethought put aside in favour of hastily conducted approach. Alike was her own concluded with a fair distance between, lone ships in the night they three, bathed within the flickering illumination of oddly hued flames licking at the skies dark belly.
To the tip of her tongue arose his name, yet about it did teeth close, sorrow alight within depths of bleached lilac, wavering as it skirted along the assembled mass. Almost may she see it, the cruel teeth of decaying heat arising in another flickering extension, pitiful the whimper that slipped between pursed lips. His was this moment and thus sand streaked the paw thst was pressed to mouth to stifle any other, to Trygve her attention turning.
— eulia iren roux | typhoon beta | draconic jaguar