February 02, 2025, 01:36 PM
(This post was last modified: February 02, 2025, 01:53 PM by Accipitra.)
she woke today having little recollection of the days before. a state of fugue that now was more customary than the snow beneath her feet.
she left kvarsheim's borders, wandering up through tall pines and winter trees whose leaves inverted in sallow degrees of chromoplasty.
tracks of small game wound around the collapsed trunk of an aspen. as she sniffed and tried to remember what that scent belonged to, a sharp pain coming to her head like a coldfront nearly sent her reeling.
disoriented, she leaned against the bough and closed her eyes - remembering, for some strange reason, a pale face whose name she could not recall.
she left kvarsheim's borders, wandering up through tall pines and winter trees whose leaves inverted in sallow degrees of chromoplasty.
tracks of small game wound around the collapsed trunk of an aspen. as she sniffed and tried to remember what that scent belonged to, a sharp pain coming to her head like a coldfront nearly sent her reeling.
disoriented, she leaned against the bough and closed her eyes - remembering, for some strange reason, a pale face whose name she could not recall.
February 02, 2025, 10:56 PM
she grown embolden of late, often lingering on the outskirts of the valley in favor of the surrounding territories. there was a taste of freedom in the feral land, a wild and untamed air she sought to devour. here she could be as she desired, no eyes prying behind the veil that caressed her face.
it was in favor of the glade that she took to slithering past the valley spikes and wandering from their trumpeting peril.
she thought perhaps she might return with a new severed head to join amongst the many now on display.
but what she found was nowt but an odd stench, one that left a tingle upon her spine. she followed it to the distant figure slumped against a tree, absinthe eyes burned with a feverish intrigue as she stood by to watch.
it was in favor of the glade that she took to slithering past the valley spikes and wandering from their trumpeting peril.
she thought perhaps she might return with a new severed head to join amongst the many now on display.
but what she found was nowt but an odd stench, one that left a tingle upon her spine. she followed it to the distant figure slumped against a tree, absinthe eyes burned with a feverish intrigue as she stood by to watch.
February 06, 2025, 08:47 AM
tysm for joining!
the pale face withered away as the girl’s eyes snapped open. she’d heard something.
casting her gaze about hurt; moving her eyes side to side pulled at some strained membrane within the back of her head. she winced, sitting upright gingerly and nearly falling over when a pair of vivid — truly the most vivid — eyes met her gaze.
but there wasn’t one set of them; there was four.
for a long moment she wrestled with the logistics of this, squinting as the blurry image of quadrupled eyes stared back at her with a snake’s hungering interest.
February 06, 2025, 01:37 PM
the girl's paws remained firmly planted, even as the visibly pained woman nearly stumbled free of the tree seemingly holding her upright. zephyra took a distrustful step backward, thinking the stranger beset with some form of disease or illness.
the girl took a guarded sniff of the air streaming from the woman's direction, and though it was displeasing to zephyra herself, it held no indication of any sickness.
daringly she slunk forward, slithering wide around the tree to try and determine if the woman could even keep up with her movements.
the girl took a guarded sniff of the air streaming from the woman's direction, and though it was displeasing to zephyra herself, it held no indication of any sickness.
daringly she slunk forward, slithering wide around the tree to try and determine if the woman could even keep up with her movements.
February 17, 2025, 05:24 PM
four eyes?
no. two.
the girl leaned back against the tree, squinting and willing the swirling phosphene colors of her vision to cooperate.
the owner of those eyes moved. one eye hung to the left and left streaking shapes with it, as if a burning comet outlined in fiery silhouette. the other remained pinned on her and the girl stiffened, instinct willing her to
pay attention
a voice not her own commanded, and it was as if her soul had been poured out unleavened. accipitra -- no -- ava -- no -- someone else took note of the predator twirling around the tree, and leveled the stranger with a low growl and murky gaze.
no. two.
the girl leaned back against the tree, squinting and willing the swirling phosphene colors of her vision to cooperate.
the owner of those eyes moved. one eye hung to the left and left streaking shapes with it, as if a burning comet outlined in fiery silhouette. the other remained pinned on her and the girl stiffened, instinct willing her to
pay attention
a voice not her own commanded, and it was as if her soul had been poured out unleavened. accipitra -- no -- ava -- no -- someone else took note of the predator twirling around the tree, and leveled the stranger with a low growl and murky gaze.
February 19, 2025, 10:09 AM
there was something about this one that zephyra could not place. it was different, yet familiar. she continued to slither around the tree, coiling closer and closer until a throaty growl erupted from the disheveled woman.
the girl took a wary step backward, steadying her paws with a flash of porcelain teeth. "what is wrong with you?" the question was filled with both accusation and curiosity. there was something clearly wrong with the stranger, but zephyra could not distinguished what exactly it was.
the girl took a wary step backward, steadying her paws with a flash of porcelain teeth. "what is wrong with you?" the question was filled with both accusation and curiosity. there was something clearly wrong with the stranger, but zephyra could not distinguished what exactly it was.
February 20, 2025, 09:51 AM
whose voice? the girl wrestled with this sudden intrusion within her mind; not her mama’s or her sister’s.
not any voice she’d known in this lifetime. perhaps not any voice known in any lifetime; for its speaker’s inflection was distorted as if never used at all.
her spine stiffened as the stranger recoiled, levying a question the girl had no possibility of answering.
what was wrong with her?
was something wrong with her? her brow furrowed with confusion and ebbing worry. she could feel her muscles slipping; the ground spinning beneath her. and those eyes — back to four, and pinned upon her in whirling menace.
she could only answer by the gradual climb of her gaze, seeking zephyra’s cold eyes with concern darkening her own.
not any voice she’d known in this lifetime. perhaps not any voice known in any lifetime; for its speaker’s inflection was distorted as if never used at all.
her spine stiffened as the stranger recoiled, levying a question the girl had no possibility of answering.
what was wrong with her?
was something wrong with her? her brow furrowed with confusion and ebbing worry. she could feel her muscles slipping; the ground spinning beneath her. and those eyes — back to four, and pinned upon her in whirling menace.
she could only answer by the gradual climb of her gaze, seeking zephyra’s cold eyes with concern darkening her own.
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