September 27, 2018, 06:28 PM
(This post was last modified: September 29, 2018, 07:54 PM by Indra.)
a sharp tone had entered stigmata's voice, and indra turned an ear and a disapproving gaze towards it's author. she felt herself rise in defense, a raze of fur along her backside prickled. for a moment it looked as if indra's anger had uncollected her, but she drew a steady breath and spoke: "they don't leave this valley. look at the walls around us; do you see them climbing out?"
it was then her gaze drew to the herd milling about; she would have this conversation no longer. he might be her superior in more ways than indra was willing to admit, but she did not need to subject herself to being lectured. with a smooth flick of what should have been her tail she slid from him and prowled through the grass, her gaze trained on the slim silhouette of a yearling milling between a pair of tall tussocks of timothy grass.
it was then her gaze drew to the herd milling about; she would have this conversation no longer. he might be her superior in more ways than indra was willing to admit, but she did not need to subject herself to being lectured. with a smooth flick of what should have been her tail she slid from him and prowled through the grass, her gaze trained on the slim silhouette of a yearling milling between a pair of tall tussocks of timothy grass.
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 - September 27, 2018, 06:28 PM