if your wings are broken, borrow mine so yours can open too
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Ooc — Jaclyn
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October 25, 2018, 01:26 PM
He is a tempest, a fury. As soon as she touches him, she knows she's made a mistake. But has she? In the bright wash of the moonlight, his fangs glint in the night, and his throat rumbles with an intent she has never felt directed her way. Her fur lifts along her angular frame, and she spooks away - imagining those teeth sinking into her throat - but she does not turn, she doesn't have a chance. Instead her eyes - wide and shocked - lock with his.
And what sees make her freeze.
His eyes are vibrant, like the sunlight through leaves, and they would be lovely if not for the sea that fills them. He is a storm, a life caught in a vicious current, and she feels his grief fill the air like lightning, and she realizes: he is not a bad man, and she is not afraid.
She wants to tell him this; she wants to reassure him, but his words spill quicker than she can respond, and before her voice can find her tongue, his shadow is gone, tearing through the meadow like a spectre through the night - and she is left alone beneath the cover of stars, and the gentle breeze that tugs at her fur, though she feels like she's been whipped by a whirlwind.
Who was this man? She is left only with a trail left in his wake, one that stings of sorrow and leads outward to the unknown. Clary has no name for him, no reason to follow - but she is compelled, and she has decided she will find him again. The morning will set her course. For now, her thoughts turn with the darkness he has left behind, and she finds herself whispering, "It's okay," - to him, even though she knows he is too far gone to hear her.
And what sees make her freeze.
His eyes are vibrant, like the sunlight through leaves, and they would be lovely if not for the sea that fills them. He is a storm, a life caught in a vicious current, and she feels his grief fill the air like lightning, and she realizes: he is not a bad man, and she is not afraid.
She wants to tell him this; she wants to reassure him, but his words spill quicker than she can respond, and before her voice can find her tongue, his shadow is gone, tearing through the meadow like a spectre through the night - and she is left alone beneath the cover of stars, and the gentle breeze that tugs at her fur, though she feels like she's been whipped by a whirlwind.
Who was this man? She is left only with a trail left in his wake, one that stings of sorrow and leads outward to the unknown. Clary has no name for him, no reason to follow - but she is compelled, and she has decided she will find him again. The morning will set her course. For now, her thoughts turn with the darkness he has left behind, and she finds herself whispering, "It's okay," - to him, even though she knows he is too far gone to hear her.
No worries! I enjoyed this thread a lot! <3 She's going to be trying to follow him, so expect her to pop up again... (:
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Alone under a thousand souls - by Sorin - October 21, 2018, 09:20 PM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Clary - October 22, 2018, 11:27 AM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Sorin - October 22, 2018, 11:51 AM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Clary - October 22, 2018, 01:47 PM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Sorin - October 22, 2018, 07:39 PM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Clary - October 23, 2018, 10:37 AM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Sorin - October 23, 2018, 11:10 AM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Clary - October 24, 2018, 05:09 PM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Sorin - October 24, 2018, 10:31 PM
RE: Alone under a thousand souls - by Clary - October 25, 2018, 01:26 PM