December 02, 2019, 11:28 PM
(This post was last modified: December 05, 2019, 09:54 AM by Emaleth.)
the coast was ravaged.
she pressed on, patient and determined as ever, in the opposite direction of donnelaith.
if it had been lost to the sea, her grief would swallow this world. she would manifest the banshee queen, her shrieks overtaking the howls of wind and her tears strengthening the torrential rains. emaleth would love to believe that if something happened to the sentinels, she would feel it in her body — in the same way she would stop feeling her tail if it were to be separated from the rest of her. but she knew this was fanciful. she would not know until she returned.
and so long as she did not, donnelaith would exist.
her body yearned for a rest, and so she paused at the gently sloped base of mounded earth. for the most part, this blocked the wind — the gale moved from hilltop to hilltop, darting above the small valleys. but occasionally, a gust would race between the mounds and set a chill down her spine. she imagined gnashing teeth and screams. banshees rushing past.
emaleth closed her eyes, pressing against the cold earth, steeling herself before she began to move along the low pathways, searching for signs of a hidden den.
she pressed on, patient and determined as ever, in the opposite direction of donnelaith.
if it had been lost to the sea, her grief would swallow this world. she would manifest the banshee queen, her shrieks overtaking the howls of wind and her tears strengthening the torrential rains. emaleth would love to believe that if something happened to the sentinels, she would feel it in her body — in the same way she would stop feeling her tail if it were to be separated from the rest of her. but she knew this was fanciful. she would not know until she returned.
and so long as she did not, donnelaith would exist.
her body yearned for a rest, and so she paused at the gently sloped base of mounded earth. for the most part, this blocked the wind — the gale moved from hilltop to hilltop, darting above the small valleys. but occasionally, a gust would race between the mounds and set a chill down her spine. she imagined gnashing teeth and screams. banshees rushing past.
emaleth closed her eyes, pressing against the cold earth, steeling herself before she began to move along the low pathways, searching for signs of a hidden den.
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i was following the pack - by Emaleth - December 02, 2019, 11:28 PM
RE: i was following the pack - by RIP Kaertok - December 05, 2019, 11:12 AM