April 05, 2019, 05:20 PM
she had awoken before dawn, moving along the strand in search of the odd creatures that seemed to surface in the night. there were other thoughts on her mind, chiefly, the matter of rank. she had not shed her solitude to linger at the bottom of the rank table - at least, not for long. those thoughts were disrupted by an odd call from the outer territories. the voice was that of a stranger, and her limbs carried her quickly to intercept.
the scent of heat ignited something territorial, and not merely for the land Rusalka claimed. salt-stiffened nape prickled and auds slicked back as the woman came into view, and she voiced her question in the form of a low growl. what did she want from them, why had she come?
the scent of heat ignited something territorial, and not merely for the land Rusalka claimed. salt-stiffened nape prickled and auds slicked back as the woman came into view, and she voiced her question in the form of a low growl. what did she want from them, why had she come?
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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She sells sea shells - by Shockwave - April 05, 2019, 05:14 PM
RE: She sells sea shells - by Cassiopeia - April 05, 2019, 05:20 PM
RE: She sells sea shells - by Shockwave - April 05, 2019, 05:37 PM
RE: She sells sea shells - by Cassiopeia - April 05, 2019, 05:43 PM