December 30, 2018, 08:06 PM
super lame post because i have to brb, sorry!
If Stigmata's morbid interest had been to nudge a surely-dead soul, then the Soothsayer's own was to ascend the spire from which he'd fallen from up on high. To him, it was perfectly logical; to others, when he proposed this, seemed to believe him inconceivable. Regardless of the muted ache in his body, he forged ahead, muscles straining in such a task; one that, more often than not, was but an after-thought of a second nature.
This climb was whelp's play, but it left him sorely laboring and gritting his teeth. The old pang in his pale skull became more pronounced as he finally, haltingly, tugged himself into the mountains' peak. With no sheep in sight and all but the soft wind to accompany him, he stepped down from the crags and began his single-minded pursuit.
If anything, it was something to do, even if he was unable to track himself down from the previous eve; something to help keep him averted from the presence of others... until he became familiar with them again. With living.
This climb was whelp's play, but it left him sorely laboring and gritting his teeth. The old pang in his pale skull became more pronounced as he finally, haltingly, tugged himself into the mountains' peak. With no sheep in sight and all but the soft wind to accompany him, he stepped down from the crags and began his single-minded pursuit.
If anything, it was something to do, even if he was unable to track himself down from the previous eve; something to help keep him averted from the presence of others... until he became familiar with them again. With living.
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Adrift the laced lingerie of Time - by Zafina - December 30, 2018, 07:21 PM
RE: Adrift the laced lingerie of Time - by Vonnaruil - December 30, 2018, 08:06 PM
RE: Adrift the laced lingerie of Time - by Zafina - December 31, 2018, 01:43 PM