August 20, 2019, 07:42 PM
(This post was last modified: August 20, 2019, 07:53 PM by Krynn.
Edit Reason: opinions not feelings
)
((OOC: Sry, I havn't given the attention this thread deserves. Will fix that.))
----------------------------------------
The Midnight dark...
...always settled over Krynn's empathy. A trait her siblings knew to be stonewalled and unbreakable. Though, like the mighty mountain ranges of the world over, it too was etched with chinks like weaknesses in a turtle's armor. Earp, her Brother, unitedly took aim at that blemish by simply walking away. Normally the she-wolf turned a cold shoulder to such a retreat except that Novae fouled the connection of blood with the last of their meeting, Krynn and her sister. Now after prescribing to Priest a dose of vile tasting words to force his paws to take up a Mantle more fitting of the Ancients intent. Krynn felt adrift and in a increasing state of unease.
"Wait..." It fell off the tongue almost as a command.
Krynn spun from her seat facing the larger Wolf-kin while hiding that same unease behind a disapproving stare. A stare of even and passionless expression exuding a reign over ghosts, and demons, that may curse those who dare challenge her. "Speak what you cage."
Both Wolves were not blooded. Neither faced off against their own kind like those who defended their Ancestral Lands so long ago. Yet their line of succession demanded that no half measure seize them to indecision. Krynn exemplified this by her ability to face down even the like of her kin and speak the mind openly. Then again Earp also mirrored this strength but in expressions of the body more over. Snorts followed by the glare of an eye gleamed meaning. Something even one so detached from social interactions like his younger sibling may address if they knew to remain watchful of the signs.
The setting sun draped Krynn with a revealing light that marred the unique guise of her whiten fur fashioned into the shape of a skull. In turn it enlarged her shadow as if summoning a twin ghoul at her flank. A scene that embodied the true shape of Krynn's psyche. As if she was always in league with a monstrous version, or twin, of herself but in rare moments the the façade drawn across her face could melt away.
"...others-" Novae, Priest, and perhaps him, "-hoard their opinions in an age of uncertainty. -and we are weaker for it. I wish to suffer it no more." Or worse they express themselves without thought to whom their name is upheld over. God like beings sowing discourse via obstinacy or over saturated emotion. "I am here now... I may not be on the morrow."
----------------------------------------
The Midnight dark...
...always settled over Krynn's empathy. A trait her siblings knew to be stonewalled and unbreakable. Though, like the mighty mountain ranges of the world over, it too was etched with chinks like weaknesses in a turtle's armor. Earp, her Brother, unitedly took aim at that blemish by simply walking away. Normally the she-wolf turned a cold shoulder to such a retreat except that Novae fouled the connection of blood with the last of their meeting, Krynn and her sister. Now after prescribing to Priest a dose of vile tasting words to force his paws to take up a Mantle more fitting of the Ancients intent. Krynn felt adrift and in a increasing state of unease.
"Wait..." It fell off the tongue almost as a command.
Krynn spun from her seat facing the larger Wolf-kin while hiding that same unease behind a disapproving stare. A stare of even and passionless expression exuding a reign over ghosts, and demons, that may curse those who dare challenge her. "Speak what you cage."
Both Wolves were not blooded. Neither faced off against their own kind like those who defended their Ancestral Lands so long ago. Yet their line of succession demanded that no half measure seize them to indecision. Krynn exemplified this by her ability to face down even the like of her kin and speak the mind openly. Then again Earp also mirrored this strength but in expressions of the body more over. Snorts followed by the glare of an eye gleamed meaning. Something even one so detached from social interactions like his younger sibling may address if they knew to remain watchful of the signs.
The setting sun draped Krynn with a revealing light that marred the unique guise of her whiten fur fashioned into the shape of a skull. In turn it enlarged her shadow as if summoning a twin ghoul at her flank. A scene that embodied the true shape of Krynn's psyche. As if she was always in league with a monstrous version, or twin, of herself but in rare moments the the façade drawn across her face could melt away.
"...others-" Novae, Priest, and perhaps him, "-hoard their opinions in an age of uncertainty. -and we are weaker for it. I wish to suffer it no more." Or worse they express themselves without thought to whom their name is upheld over. God like beings sowing discourse via obstinacy or over saturated emotion. "I am here now... I may not be on the morrow."
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
Messages In This Thread
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - July 27, 2019, 09:20 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 04, 2019, 02:30 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - August 11, 2019, 03:33 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 12, 2019, 01:26 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - August 19, 2019, 12:02 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 19, 2019, 12:21 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - August 20, 2019, 07:42 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 21, 2019, 08:46 AM
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - August 21, 2019, 05:40 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 28, 2019, 04:45 AM
RE: Beetlebum - by Krynn - August 29, 2019, 07:41 PM
RE: Beetlebum - by RIP Earp - August 31, 2019, 05:50 AM