November 10, 2017, 03:29 PM
She doesn't pay attention to the way he draws near to her, too wrapped up in her thoughts. He wakes quickly, and through a series of ungraceful moves she can hardly see, gains his paws. His question has her echo her words, this time slower and steadier. "we're leaving. I assume you know the way back to your caldera?" Her gaze is bright in the darkness of the cavern, her tail lashing still. At a standstill, she slowly, gradually calms, and her tail slows to a stop behind her.
That is not dead which can eternal lie.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
And with strange aeons even death may die.
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pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 09, 2017, 06:55 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 09, 2017, 10:57 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 10, 2017, 03:29 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 10, 2017, 03:36 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 10, 2017, 05:01 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 10, 2017, 05:11 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 10, 2017, 05:19 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 10, 2017, 05:27 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 10, 2017, 05:56 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Titmouse (Ghost) - November 10, 2017, 06:15 PM
RE: pulling me underneath - by Cassiopeia - November 10, 2017, 06:39 PM