she knows her mother doesn't trust in the safety of the woods anymore, and she most definitely does not, but it's easy to pretend to want to be here when she sees the love her brother has for this place. still, it's getting hard to avoid Hela, Scylla and the rest of them, the former of which seems especially intent on making her life miserable since their return.
she's in the vicinity of the ravine when the next quake hits, and instinctively, she huddles down for the few seconds it takes to pass. there's a dull thud, clattering of stone, and then it's over. swallowing, she rises again, tongue passing over her lips as she heads deeper into the woods, unnerved for the 5th time that day.
she's in the vicinity of the ravine when the next quake hits, and instinctively, she huddles down for the few seconds it takes to pass. there's a dull thud, clattering of stone, and then it's over. swallowing, she rises again, tongue passing over her lips as she heads deeper into the woods, unnerved for the 5th time that day.
September 14, 2019, 06:43 PM
this post is not great at all but I needed to get something quick up while I had a small bit of time <3
He did not familiarize himself with those among the caliginous canopies of the woods - at least, not unless from afar, shrouded by a luminescent sky, or vegetation lurking in the shadows. He was, as he knew himself to be, an omnipresence of blackfeather; always there, never quite visible, unless he so desired to be.
This particular individual, he knew little about. There were the scents, of course, whirring within his brain - visions of Moonshadow briefly flickered across his sight, and he had caught this scent lingering around the woodland before. Not plentiful, but discernable enough for him to pick up on, and follow, once a trail had snagged like a hook to his nose. Charcoal lips parted, sucked cool air in through his teeth, and then drifted shut once more, iron-clad paws carrying his weight forward as his lean figure wove betwixt the trees and their stumps.
When she, the girl, was in his line of sight, he made no move to announce his presence - he was feeling decidedly neutral today, and so, should the wind decide to reveal his location, he would take it within his stride, perhaps initiate a conversation, if only to pry upon subjects he would prefer to educate himself on. Namely, unearthing more about Tundra, should this girl happen to know anything... but if not, no matter. He had other methods of discovery.
This particular individual, he knew little about. There were the scents, of course, whirring within his brain - visions of Moonshadow briefly flickered across his sight, and he had caught this scent lingering around the woodland before. Not plentiful, but discernable enough for him to pick up on, and follow, once a trail had snagged like a hook to his nose. Charcoal lips parted, sucked cool air in through his teeth, and then drifted shut once more, iron-clad paws carrying his weight forward as his lean figure wove betwixt the trees and their stumps.
When she, the girl, was in his line of sight, he made no move to announce his presence - he was feeling decidedly neutral today, and so, should the wind decide to reveal his location, he would take it within his stride, perhaps initiate a conversation, if only to pry upon subjects he would prefer to educate himself on. Namely, unearthing more about Tundra, should this girl happen to know anything... but if not, no matter. He had other methods of discovery.
If I cannot bend Heaven,
I will raise Hell.
I will raise Hell.
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