Thyri moves through the tall grasses of the meadow: dry and brown, bowed beneath the weight of the dusting of snow that has recently fallen. She hears the crunch of it beneath her dainty steps, feels the chill of it against her paw pads. She glimpses over the tall grasses: the few that still retain some defiance, some spark of life within them sway against her chest rising to be nearly taller than her. She’s always been small and lithe but the musculature of an amazon is evident beneath her pelage: an agouti mixture of champagne and cremé. Caramel eyes scour all that she can see of the snow dusted meadow as her head lifts to peer over the tall grasses. The sylph pauses for only a moment, her attention diverted to the ground where she has stepped on some berry or another, it’s red juice staining her paw and it’s sweet scent permeating the air. A raspberry, she realizes as she moves her paw back and bows her head to sniff at it.
The thespian queen allows for the distraction only temporarily but ultimately pushes forward. She thinks fondly of the titan she had travelled with last time, the one she’d made plans with. Plans of grandeur that had never came to fruition but she does not agonize over her own flightiness. It matters little, in truth. Thyri is attracted to power and it matters not whom holds it: man or woman and the titan garbed as a reaper with haunting lantern eyes can ( and will ) be replaced to the thespian queen. Perhaps it was for the better that their plans had not came to pass: it gives her time to hone her infiltration skills: something that once been her primary priority with becoming a queen unlike any the Wilds had ever seen before in ( relatively ) close second.
She does not necessarily think she would have ever returned to the Teekon Wilds. This time: she does not truly intend to. It is simply the path that her paws take her. The Wilds are ever changing: shifting, and growing and it’s always a bit of a mystery to see what will await her; and she can feel the palpable anticipation to discover what is new and what is old and what she can turn her sights upon brewing in her chest.
The thespian queen allows for the distraction only temporarily but ultimately pushes forward. She thinks fondly of the titan she had travelled with last time, the one she’d made plans with. Plans of grandeur that had never came to fruition but she does not agonize over her own flightiness. It matters little, in truth. Thyri is attracted to power and it matters not whom holds it: man or woman and the titan garbed as a reaper with haunting lantern eyes can ( and will ) be replaced to the thespian queen. Perhaps it was for the better that their plans had not came to pass: it gives her time to hone her infiltration skills: something that once been her primary priority with becoming a queen unlike any the Wilds had ever seen before in ( relatively ) close second.
She does not necessarily think she would have ever returned to the Teekon Wilds. This time: she does not truly intend to. It is simply the path that her paws take her. The Wilds are ever changing: shifting, and growing and it’s always a bit of a mystery to see what will await her; and she can feel the palpable anticipation to discover what is new and what is old and what she can turn her sights upon brewing in her chest.
and she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling,
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
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make planets out of my body - by Thyri - October 22, 2017, 03:06 PM
RE: make planets out of my body - by Rouge - November 01, 2017, 11:06 AM
RE: make planets out of my body - by Thyri - November 03, 2017, 03:27 AM
RE: make planets out of my body - by Rouge - November 09, 2017, 01:33 PM