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?? ????????? 《》paws stepping and pressing into mud, green orbs fixed on the pawprint left behind by each weighted pressure of limb. drunk was she who walked alone in the night beneath the starry sky, eyes turned to jungle canopy wistfully. the echoes of music in her ears, the thrumming of dance in her blood. padding quietly down pathways, following faint scents she could not name, faces she could not place. soft hiccups upon her maw, whiskers trembling from their force as she walked mindlessly, having left behind the tavern and it's other inhabitants, caught up in the longing for a time she could no longer return to.
pausing now in her wandering path, the molly looked down at her reflection within the brackish water accumulated on the jungle floor, face distorted by a frog trundling through the puddle. snorting, she splashed her paw into the water as she caught sight of the lonely haunted eyes that could only belong to her. ignoring her disheveled state, she lifted her head to listen to the laughter of npcs drifting from the tavern, the taste of liquor on her tongue strong and messing with the last morsels of food that she had consumed. turning her head away, she would continue on, further into the trees and from known pathways, getting herself lost within the jungle as she began to break into gentle song to accompany the music in her head, voice soft and lilting, "What is a castle without a queen? Just as a sword far from the shield. So I will stand by you in fields of green. For what is a castle without a queen?", she would begin as she walked, humming soft notes as she let her eyes slide to half closed, swearing that she heard the presence of another nearby, the feline's delicate wings pressed to her back ruffling slightly. am i being followed? ah well, probably a duelist or one of those lovely ladies
She would have to see if someone within Tanglewood knew how to play the bagpipe - it was a sound she missed by far, accompanied by the violin not long after it. Resuming her gentle singing, the molly would look up to the skies once again, mindless of the dangers that she passed in her path, made brave by liquid courage, the sword Amalthia strapped to her side where it ought to be. Her wings raised from her back as she stretched, delicate instruments so like a dragon-fly's reflecting the minor moonlight that shone through, dazzling through the incandescent fibers of her wings. Padding forward as she finished the words, to let her voice carry as if accompanying the instruments and their saddened cry, "What is the heart without the blood? Just as a bird held from the woods. So I will fight for you through fire and flood. For what is the heart without the blood?" as she finished her soft song, she would turn to the sound of a larger predator crashing through the jungle around her, her ears pinning back to her head as she beheld the menace headed her way.
??? ?? ????????? 《》 [member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member] [member=16091]Windowmemer[/member]
feel free to have Jor be the one crashing through to attack her //
the thread will be opened to the public in a little bit, just be a wee bit patient
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MERLIN GWYNNE
penned by teef
penned by teef