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When Different, didn't seem so different. - Macaria - August 04, 2020
A brief reprieve from the rain.A brief pause from the whispers as well. This place was as cursed as her home with the Ravens was blessed. Fire had blighted the land here, Dooming every living creature. Solemnly she walked among the soaked ash, loneliness driving her forward.
The shewolf had never felt this strong an urge before, and to a point, it unsettled her. What did the spirits want?
She sighed, muttering her prayers, dark eyes fixed on the sloppy grey ground.
RE: When Different, didn't seem so different. - Huā - August 04, 2020
Huā wandered slightly, seeking cover from gentle rains that brushed a gloomy paintbrush over the Wilds. Mutters of words touched her ears, and she shifted her path, finding the ghostly pale grey wolf with eyes set upon the earth. She quirked a brow, but otherwise was silent, unsure if she should interrupt what she perceived as a prayer.
RE: When Different, didn't seem so different. - Macaria - August 04, 2020
Thoughts and prayers interrupted, by the sensation of a pair of eyes on her. She turned, empty black eyes staring, lips still moving seemingly of their own accord, pausing only long enough for her to speak, and wait for an answer.
She moved forward, wet ash clinging to her pelt, streaks of charcoal smearing where she stepped over a thick fallen branch. It was almost as though she belongs here, a phantom conjured by the ashen forest, perhaps of a wolf who didn't make it out alive.
The shewolf before her smells of the sea, and the eerie grin crosses her muzzle. Perhaps this one was one of her kind, and knew of her home beneath the Ravens.
"I wonder what could have crossed the gods, that they would blight an entire forest, killing all within it." She asks lightly, her voice soft and silvery, adding more to her eerie aura.
RE: When Different, didn't seem so different. - Huā - August 04, 2020
The spirit shifted closer, and fur rose along her spine, though she flattened it to be polite. She smiled- speaking of gods. She was far from the sea here; Huā doubted this woman shared the same gods of her sisters. Still, the empress gave a casual nod,
Maybe evil things live here before.Huā commented with a shrug, sniffing boredly at a small sprout that grew from the dull ground.
New life come again, though,She murmured with a slight smile, seaglass gaze shifting back up to the stranger.
RE: When Different, didn't seem so different. - Macaria - August 05, 2020
The lilting accent of the shewolf is pretty, and she fantasizes for a moment about exploring whatever strange land the pretty woman is from. A flurry of sound from angered spirits makes her wince slightly, a subtle twitch of her lips. No, here is where they wanted her. Here, in this beautiful land.
"Perhaps. But I don't know of anything, living or dead, that is truly evil. Misunderstood, yes. Angry, In pain, and misdirected. But never evil. Every evil action has a purpose." Her dark eyes search the shewolf, and she nods, as though agreeing with herself.
"Life continues. You can slow it down, but it is inevitable. You will die, and so will I, and our flesh will feed the earth, and our prey will eat our flesh, and other wolves will eat the prey, and thus our flesh. That is the way of things." She sniffed softly at the sprout, breathing gently on it, before turning her attention to the shewolf. "Would you like to know your fortune?"
RE: When Different, didn't seem so different. - Huā - September 04, 2020
The woman spoke of not knowing anything alive that was truly evil. Huā contemplated it, but ultimately, the world was much more black and white to her- you were good, or you weren't. She couldn't disagree that every evil action had a motivation, but to Huā, those evil actions made one evil whether or not they had a reason. Kidnappers, killers of the innocent- they were the dark. The sismese believed it simple enough to avoid those sorts of actions; staying in the light wasn't hard.
Life continues, The starlight spoke, and Huā found her words stranger as they continued. Talk of death, and finally- the offer of fortune-telling. Huā was familiar with such things; 海龙泻湖 had a particular old fortune-teller, though she had never seen her travel from her empire. The fortune she had received so long ago when she was a child had filled her with hope, but life had not granted those things as she had expected, and so Huā became skeptical. Still,
Tell me.Tight lipped with this stranger, but curious all the same.