godkiller; bleeding golden ichor
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it is taking time to stop missing her.
much more time than it took him to stop missing his own mother.
the irony of this is not lost upon ingram, but he wanders the mesa feeling the itch of restlessness settle beneath his skin. just out of his reach. while ursus was hosted by akashingo, he feels no need to patrol their borders for they are not belonging to ursus.
but with his strength having returned and his belly full in a way it has not been since his abandonment of rivenwood, ingram needs something to fill his time. so, he sets out in search of another, sure that he had a good chance at coming across either one of ursus or one of akashingo.
though he does not ( ever ) feel particularly like socializing he also is in a desperate need to distract himself from the ache of missing his shadow and skulking like a forlorn, lovesick teenager wasn't cutting it. at least, not anymore.
much more time than it took him to stop missing his own mother.
the irony of this is not lost upon ingram, but he wanders the mesa feeling the itch of restlessness settle beneath his skin. just out of his reach. while ursus was hosted by akashingo, he feels no need to patrol their borders for they are not belonging to ursus.
but with his strength having returned and his belly full in a way it has not been since his abandonment of rivenwood, ingram needs something to fill his time. so, he sets out in search of another, sure that he had a good chance at coming across either one of ursus or one of akashingo.
though he does not ( ever ) feel particularly like socializing he also is in a desperate need to distract himself from the ache of missing his shadow and skulking like a forlorn, lovesick teenager wasn't cutting it. at least, not anymore.
magick, seeing the dead, threadbone reading & 'godhood' is to be taken purely with a grain of salt and are written to be creations of ingram's imagination and religious faith.
sold my soul for a cigarette
October 24, 2021, 02:31 PM
she sees the young dark form and it gives her some hope. her sister, returned. it's not without a twist of the gut; the girl would come back only to find their mother dead, and revenge for her fallen form in progress. perhaps it's for the better, then, that it's not Asperas, but some stranger instead.
Avicus muscles her way toward the boy, realizing with some dismay that he's nearly bigger than she is even at such a young age. still, she gives him an appraising stare, a bark, and her nostrils flare.
he smells of her father. belongs here, then. but they have not been introduced.
she lifts her chin in inquiry, but no words come. she's become as silent as Astara, speaking through her blood and bones rather than her mangled tongue.
Avicus muscles her way toward the boy, realizing with some dismay that he's nearly bigger than she is even at such a young age. still, she gives him an appraising stare, a bark, and her nostrils flare.
he smells of her father. belongs here, then. but they have not been introduced.
she lifts her chin in inquiry, but no words come. she's become as silent as Astara, speaking through her blood and bones rather than her mangled tongue.
but see, amid the mimic rout,
a crawling shape intrude —
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude
a crawling shape intrude —
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude
godkiller; bleeding golden ichor
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a bark meant to grab his attention disrupts his murky thoughts; momentarily settling the itch for distraction beneath his skin. in the moments of time it takes him to face her, to let his seaglass gaze sweep over her, his mind is blissfully distracted from thoughts of his missing shadow.
the young woman before him bears a pelage of cinnamon and rust, with eyes a piercing indigo that prickles against the nape of his neck as she lifts her chin.
he does not think he's ever seen eyes that color; and for a heartbeat of a moment longer, ingram finds himself captivated by them. but no, that isn't true. his shadow had an eye that shade of purple. his heart flutters into his throat, aching, aching, aching —
it is perhaps, that alone that strings ingram into taking a leaf from slate's book, ingram ghosts a few steps nearer, scarred lips parting to ask,
the young woman before him bears a pelage of cinnamon and rust, with eyes a piercing indigo that prickles against the nape of his neck as she lifts her chin.
he does not think he's ever seen eyes that color; and for a heartbeat of a moment longer, ingram finds himself captivated by them. but no, that isn't true. his shadow had an eye that shade of purple. his heart flutters into his throat, aching, aching, aching —
it is perhaps, that alone that strings ingram into taking a leaf from slate's book, ingram ghosts a few steps nearer, scarred lips parting to ask,
ursus or akashingo?with the mingling scents and the newness of akashingo, ingram cannot not yet quite tell the difference.
magick, seeing the dead, threadbone reading & 'godhood' is to be taken purely with a grain of salt and are written to be creations of ingram's imagination and religious faith.
sold my soul for a cigarette
October 24, 2021, 02:46 PM
ah, of course. a question that cannot be answered by body alone.
Avicus cocks her head. and you? she knows already; Merrick hasn't tended to keep company much with the wolves of Akashingo, or so she's seen.
will he fight? or is he not inclined to violence, like the storyteller she challenged at the border?
god help them.
ur. . .she trails off, mouth useless against the ess of that name. scarred tongue sweeps briefly across her muzzle, as much in nerves as in illustration.
bear-paghk.
Avicus cocks her head. and you? she knows already; Merrick hasn't tended to keep company much with the wolves of Akashingo, or so she's seen.
will he fight? or is he not inclined to violence, like the storyteller she challenged at the border?
god help them.
but see, amid the mimic rout,
a crawling shape intrude —
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude
a crawling shape intrude —
a blood-red thing that writhes from out
the scenic solitude
godkiller; bleeding golden ichor
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October 24, 2021, 02:54 PM
(This post was last modified: November 02, 2021, 10:15 AM by Roswell.
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she responds to his question ...or tries to. he does not know that a part of her tongue is missing ...but he does not push and would not pry. after all, his shadow and him had, had a very brief but comfortable ( at least as far as he was concerned ) companionship existing on as few words as possible. the red-kissed young woman before him makes the ache worse, without ingram seemingly knowing why. a similarity in eye color; likely, he chalks it up to.
trying his best to ignore the continuing fluttering of his heart in his chest, ingram lets out a small noise somewhere between a cough and a sigh. though it does little to help.
their conversation was then short and with little else to do, ingram sunk back into skulking.
trying his best to ignore the continuing fluttering of his heart in his chest, ingram lets out a small noise somewhere between a cough and a sigh. though it does little to help.
me too.he offers, wondering if it'd been necessary. either way, it hung in the air between them.
can you fight?he inquires next, his mind lingering on the terms of coming warfare and that a spar might be just the distraction he unknowingly sought.
their conversation was then short and with little else to do, ingram sunk back into skulking.
magick, seeing the dead, threadbone reading & 'godhood' is to be taken purely with a grain of salt and are written to be creations of ingram's imagination and religious faith.
sold my soul for a cigarette
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