08-19-2020, 09:42 PM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Sometimes it was good to walk around without paper in claw, just so that the true feel of the world befell to them. They had to admit, this was an absolutely stunning continent. So many different people, so many new faces. So much violence, but they'd seen and performed enough of that for such to be null to them. Ghostwhisper always had paper on claw, but without it? That left room to move in such a fluid manner, their legs easily covering ground with a far swifter pace. Not that Ghost had any need to. They wanted to observe, watch, and admire the scenery. Scenery that wasn't beaten down or dulled from years of corrupted disease and husked life. Trees were a marvel. They'd even turned their shell to the shore, wondering what laid just beyond it. They'd seen an island not too far off they coast. They wanted to investigate, to see more, but that would have to wait. Maps had to be finalized before they began searching onward if there was no urgency.
Forest on one side, the slow lapping of waves on the other. They could only look at one at once, which was quite a mighty shame. If there was a way for them to move the holes of their shell just a bit more to the side, perhaps they would be able to achieve such a feat. They scooped sand with a claw, watching it slowly fall from the gently curved limb. The only sand they'd ever seen prior to their arrival was- no, they were not going to think of that. Ghost shook their shell, the thought of performing the movement easily taking precedence over the thought they wished to submerge. They roll their shoulders, deciding that for the time being they'd watch the waves. These waves were entirely different, for their shore was not a burst of flight away. Ghost doubted they'd be able to cross the ocean before them, not as they were currently. As much as they rummaged through their cloak, they had yet to find any heart of crystal present. Annoying, but able to be dealt with.
Gently a claw scrapes against the sand. Almost like paper in the terms of malleability, they realize, and such a thought rises them back into a stand. With their second claws that normally hold a pencil, they gently push and pull the grainy sand around, shell leaned down so far to watch that their balance was hardly upheld. Their wings twitch as their front claws move forward to solve their balance issue. Ghostwhisper continued to mess with the sand, utterly fascinated by watching gravity tug them back down along the sides of the small mound.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]Sometimes it was good to walk around without paper in claw, just so that the true feel of the world befell to them. They had to admit, this was an absolutely stunning continent. So many different people, so many new faces. So much violence, but they'd seen and performed enough of that for such to be null to them. Ghostwhisper always had paper on claw, but without it? That left room to move in such a fluid manner, their legs easily covering ground with a far swifter pace. Not that Ghost had any need to. They wanted to observe, watch, and admire the scenery. Scenery that wasn't beaten down or dulled from years of corrupted disease and husked life. Trees were a marvel. They'd even turned their shell to the shore, wondering what laid just beyond it. They'd seen an island not too far off they coast. They wanted to investigate, to see more, but that would have to wait. Maps had to be finalized before they began searching onward if there was no urgency.
Forest on one side, the slow lapping of waves on the other. They could only look at one at once, which was quite a mighty shame. If there was a way for them to move the holes of their shell just a bit more to the side, perhaps they would be able to achieve such a feat. They scooped sand with a claw, watching it slowly fall from the gently curved limb. The only sand they'd ever seen prior to their arrival was- no, they were not going to think of that. Ghost shook their shell, the thought of performing the movement easily taking precedence over the thought they wished to submerge. They roll their shoulders, deciding that for the time being they'd watch the waves. These waves were entirely different, for their shore was not a burst of flight away. Ghost doubted they'd be able to cross the ocean before them, not as they were currently. As much as they rummaged through their cloak, they had yet to find any heart of crystal present. Annoying, but able to be dealt with.
Gently a claw scrapes against the sand. Almost like paper in the terms of malleability, they realize, and such a thought rises them back into a stand. With their second claws that normally hold a pencil, they gently push and pull the grainy sand around, shell leaned down so far to watch that their balance was hardly upheld. Their wings twitch as their front claws move forward to solve their balance issue. Ghostwhisper continued to mess with the sand, utterly fascinated by watching gravity tug them back down along the sides of the small mound.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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