August 16, 2018, 08:58 PM
the redleaf hovered, still as stigmata browsed from hoofprint to the broken blades of grass. she was studying the murky copse, rendered inscrutable by distance. a fog collected around the feet of each imposing bole, and moved with silent purpose across the land.
"black fawns are easier seen than bay.. or brown." she struck off after the ashen figure, her nose trailing the nearly invisible scuff-marks with care. as they traveled she believed the scent grew more... persistent; at length she drew to a pause and flickered an ear carefully, scrutinizing the lock of tangled heather ahead with her glistening noise a-twitch.
"black fawns are easier seen than bay.. or brown." she struck off after the ashen figure, her nose trailing the nearly invisible scuff-marks with care. as they traveled she believed the scent grew more... persistent; at length she drew to a pause and flickered an ear carefully, scrutinizing the lock of tangled heather ahead with her glistening noise a-twitch.
now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turning gold,
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
and like the sky, my soul is also turning.
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RE: djinn - by Indra - August 16, 2018, 08:58 PM