dream of a street

Zafina · January 06, 2019, 07:25 PM

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

Zafina had been drawn here for a reason. Something quite familiar called her here, perhaps some strange form of a past life she once shared, or even the Ancients themselves dragging the witch's mind to this forsaken land...but there was much here that she felt needed to be tapped upon. It was a land that was wounded, scalded by memories and happenings, ruined by tresspass of vehement vile doings. And everything in her loved it.

Crossing over the eclipse of overhanging limbs of snow ladden treetops, she had stopped just short of a border, one which was buldged and strangely perplexing to the Goddess. Taking an ebony and dark cherry brown stained paw, she swiped the cleft of the snowcap away from the end of over-walked border, and with the spraw of frosty white, an orb of tarnished eggshell rolled heavily downwards.
A skull, a wolf's skull to be much more accurate.

A smile bled across those inky lips, albaster fangs gleaming in the blind of winter's results.
This place would do quite nicely.

But every sky will build my throne.