On borders. <3
The brine had reached his nostrils before he had even caught sight of the familiar jutting cliffs that rose around the pack lands of the shadow-faced waif. The ghostly male huffed. His brows narrowed on his skull and he could feel his pelt prickle with unease.
It had been a year since the savage man had taken it upon himself to see her. Still, in that year she had been a woman who returned to his mind on a regular basis. Kierkegaard could not fault himself for it; he was merely a creature driven by instinct. She had shown him the only companionship that he could stand outside of his own blood. Even then, he had almost craved it in his absence. @Caiaphas was a spindly little woman with a peculiar attraction to the sea and a wicked cleverness to her mind. She was born of the same fire as he. And this was his excuse for seeking her out once more. This time, however, he was not injured and he did not carry with him the remnants of a stolen child. He was alone. Without reason.
Drawing himself forward on lengthy limbs, the ashen male drew his golden gaze upwards to peer curiously at the jutting cliffs. They seemed more formidable than he had recalled. Flicking his pink tongue across his leathery lips, he lowered his head and trudged forward. Once he found himself nearing their borders, his long strides stopped and he stared into the entrance. Would she come or would the ghostly man be forced to call to her?
It had been a year since the savage man had taken it upon himself to see her. Still, in that year she had been a woman who returned to his mind on a regular basis. Kierkegaard could not fault himself for it; he was merely a creature driven by instinct. She had shown him the only companionship that he could stand outside of his own blood. Even then, he had almost craved it in his absence. @Caiaphas was a spindly little woman with a peculiar attraction to the sea and a wicked cleverness to her mind. She was born of the same fire as he. And this was his excuse for seeking her out once more. This time, however, he was not injured and he did not carry with him the remnants of a stolen child. He was alone. Without reason.
Drawing himself forward on lengthy limbs, the ashen male drew his golden gaze upwards to peer curiously at the jutting cliffs. They seemed more formidable than he had recalled. Flicking his pink tongue across his leathery lips, he lowered his head and trudged forward. Once he found himself nearing their borders, his long strides stopped and he stared into the entrance. Would she come or would the ghostly man be forced to call to her?
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no man's sky - by Kierkegaard - May 02, 2016, 02:04 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Caiaphas - May 04, 2016, 06:18 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Kierkegaard - May 05, 2016, 02:27 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Caiaphas - May 06, 2016, 01:57 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Kierkegaard - May 11, 2016, 05:41 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Caiaphas - May 25, 2016, 07:45 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Kierkegaard - May 31, 2016, 01:15 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Caiaphas - June 14, 2016, 01:38 PM
RE: no man's sky - by Kierkegaard - June 23, 2016, 12:55 PM