Auspicious Anomalancy

Zafina · (This post was last modified: January 14, 2019, 05:25 PM by Zafina.)

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

At first her heart fell as she began to list this lupine as yet another mortal
who’d come to bring her nothing but pointless words, useless explanations, wasted time. Time was eternal for her, but who was to say this form held enough for her to feel satisfied? She knew wolves did not live long...the catalyst she had been bore into was already 3 cycles past. She had nothing to be proud for in this body. And this man was making it no better, his basic wolfspeak blaring plainly in her ear despite his rather smooth gravel of voice.

However, as the Witch began writing this fool off as a heathen, the peon spoke something she did in fact know-
and was fully capable of reciprocating.

Romanian, it was called, and she had known well of this language, and many more from her innumerable happenings within her expand of time.

“To truly see whether it is madness or a fault in the Ancients that you seem familiar to me..” She replied with her transitioning betwixt the Tsis to the Romanian as though both had been native languages to her. A minor glint of ivory sleeked out from beneath a delicious lip as she mirrored his smirk. Perhaps he was something much more than the dirt she was surrounded by. He may have forgotten Tsis and been a Divine for all she could theorize. He must have been here longer than she, then. Either that, or Ordana cursed him forgetfulness of his Celestial existence.
There was much she had to find out from him. And should he be a forlorn Celestial, she might be able to help him mentally recover his Divine past.

“Your name?“ she asked with a slight pause behind her words as she reverted back to the primal wolfspeak laying bitterly and choppingly on her tongue.

But every sky will build my throne.