August 01, 2013, 02:10 PM
Umm... going to have Naga leave after this post. Think this thread will be more beneficial to Spine's development.
Part of her was still terrified of the jagged, sprawling mountains that erupted from the earth—but Spine had not left the area since the first moment of her arrival. Especially not after her experience with that odd, shadowy creature. It had convinced her that the fey and otherworldly did exist—that her grandda's stories were true—and that these mountains held their secrets. Arrow Lake was especially alluring to the Blackthorn, for it marked the first taste she had drank of magic. Ever since she and Batman had found a path down to the mysterious lake, Spine had made it a frequent stop in her wanderings.
This was a place that existed as a doorway between worlds. She felt it (though she wondered if she was merely losing grip on her sanity). Today, the female had decided to scout out any packs in the area—she knew she would soon need to make one her new home, but the desperation to prove her grandfather's story true had been far more pressing. Now that she was confident magic existed in the area, Spine felt more comfortable looking for a place to settle.
She was making her way down Going-to-the-Sun Mountain, intending to explore the Flatlands, but something stayed her paw. Spine couldn't explain it, but it felt as if the wind itself where whispering, No. She shuddered, the air feeling heavy despite the thinner atmosphere, despite the breeze.
It said, Go to the Lake.
Spine Blackthorn obeyed.
When she turned the corner of the path that would lead down to the shore, her golden eyes fell across a puppy—and then a woman with a coat of black, who Spine assumed to be the mother though they looked nothing alike. After all, what would a mere child be doing in the mountains alone? But as she looked at the silvery pool of water, a white and limp form filled her immediately with dread. The memory of Grandda, laying so still and peaceful and yet horribly wrong, overtook her. For a moment, Spine felt lightheaded and like tears might escape her despite herself...
But then something changed, and her demeanor hardened. There would be no telling if the figure was actually dead if she did not come closer, and the darker female seemed perfectly content to remain where she was. Spine made her way down the rest of the path, posture held high and assertive (though not aggressive). The message was clear: Do not try to stop me. She would accept help, but not hindrance.
Part of her was still terrified of the jagged, sprawling mountains that erupted from the earth—but Spine had not left the area since the first moment of her arrival. Especially not after her experience with that odd, shadowy creature. It had convinced her that the fey and otherworldly did exist—that her grandda's stories were true—and that these mountains held their secrets. Arrow Lake was especially alluring to the Blackthorn, for it marked the first taste she had drank of magic. Ever since she and Batman had found a path down to the mysterious lake, Spine had made it a frequent stop in her wanderings.
This was a place that existed as a doorway between worlds. She felt it (though she wondered if she was merely losing grip on her sanity). Today, the female had decided to scout out any packs in the area—she knew she would soon need to make one her new home, but the desperation to prove her grandfather's story true had been far more pressing. Now that she was confident magic existed in the area, Spine felt more comfortable looking for a place to settle.
She was making her way down Going-to-the-Sun Mountain, intending to explore the Flatlands, but something stayed her paw. Spine couldn't explain it, but it felt as if the wind itself where whispering, No. She shuddered, the air feeling heavy despite the thinner atmosphere, despite the breeze.
It said, Go to the Lake.
Spine Blackthorn obeyed.
When she turned the corner of the path that would lead down to the shore, her golden eyes fell across a puppy—and then a woman with a coat of black, who Spine assumed to be the mother though they looked nothing alike. After all, what would a mere child be doing in the mountains alone? But as she looked at the silvery pool of water, a white and limp form filled her immediately with dread. The memory of Grandda, laying so still and peaceful and yet horribly wrong, overtook her. For a moment, Spine felt lightheaded and like tears might escape her despite herself...
But then something changed, and her demeanor hardened. There would be no telling if the figure was actually dead if she did not come closer, and the darker female seemed perfectly content to remain where she was. Spine made her way down the rest of the path, posture held high and assertive (though not aggressive). The message was clear: Do not try to stop me. She would accept help, but not hindrance.
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the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Lecter - July 30, 2013, 07:41 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Lysianassa - July 30, 2013, 07:55 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Aguta - July 30, 2013, 07:58 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Lecter - July 31, 2013, 01:31 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Spine - August 01, 2013, 02:10 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Lysianassa - August 01, 2013, 02:14 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Aguta - August 02, 2013, 03:41 PM
RE: the sort of thing that miggs would say - by Lecter - August 04, 2013, 02:22 PM