To Drown the Dove •joining•

Zafina · May 01, 2019, 07:01 AM

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

They had arrived! Relief almost consumed the Witch, but adrenaline kept her steadfast. And with urgency in her heart yet collective serenity in her voice, she called for whoever called these hollows home. This had to be where Marruz stayed- it smelled of ominous and bedraggled stories that stopped only as far as the chain which held the monsters at bay. It smelled of legend, but born in newly forged iron, freshly tanned leather, an infant grimoire rather than an older tome. @Marruz should have been here- if not, who was?

Unaware that the alphas were @Nocturnal and @Damien, the Divine held herself at bay from crossing the threshold of this place without given word. Unlike the realm above, boundaries were put upon this plane, individuals rathering space to selfishly call their own while their Creators relished the energy combinations that came from two different Celestials unifying. Energy was the ultimate ecstasy.

Garnets garnished this hollow, dappling across aplenty to see in all of its forlorn sights, traveling where it was her and her escort could yet not.
But patience, my dear.

patience.

But every sky will build my throne.