July 30, 2018, 08:10 PM
a figure turns over, emits a groan. ysrirel dreams of fantastical things, of wolves turning into coyotes turning into rabbits, their skeletons warping, flesh shifting like curtains over a window. it is a light sleep, and she wakes from this dream easily. before anything else, her eyes open. then she stands up in cat-like fashion, her stomach empty and her mind still torpid.
in the breeze, she scents a nearby creature. it is not elil, but it is still cause for wariness. she follows the trail methodically, and comes to a gap in the rock. it is tight and its walls plunge the inside in deep shadow. ysrirel stares, the milky brown eyes nearly pupiless.
in the breeze, she scents a nearby creature. it is not elil, but it is still cause for wariness. she follows the trail methodically, and comes to a gap in the rock. it is tight and its walls plunge the inside in deep shadow. ysrirel stares, the milky brown eyes nearly pupiless.
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some would sing and some would scream - by Quail - July 30, 2018, 06:26 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Ysrirel - July 30, 2018, 08:10 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Quail - July 30, 2018, 09:13 PM
RE: some would sing and some would scream - by Ysrirel - August 04, 2018, 01:46 AM