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Post by REVENANT xx on Dec 7, 2012 20:54:06 GMT -5
and it's peaceful in the deep, CATHEDRAL WHERE YOU CANNOT BREATHE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The earthy smoke of pine engulfed her, wrapping intoxicatingly around her body and filling every breath she took in. It drew her further into the forest and she followed it willingly, casting Emrys a bright-eyed glance as he matched her stride for stride. In the shade of the trees he was nearly indiscernible from the shadows, but he was as familiar to Ismae as her own reflection and she could pick him out with ease. He offered her what she knew was an unimpressed guffaw but she only laughed it off, picking up a lazy trot as she ventured further into the uncharted territory of the forest. Emrys was the ever-cautious and Mae knew that he didn’t approve of her wandering around what could be dangerous territory. Predators were known to roam the Valley, he’d said, but she only chuckled at that. He was a jaguar after all, and she doubted there were many predators roaming the forests that were larger than him. His next concern – naturally – was the threat of the Arcaian. Ismae knew Emrys’s acute fear that she would become a prisoner to one, but strangely, the thought didn’t frighten her nearly as much as it intrigued her. Ilosia’s new intruders were an oddity and perhaps it showed her naivety, but Ismae wanted to meet one.
The young mare stopped suddenly, soft tawny ears flickering forward as a grin curved upward on her charcoal lips. The softest of lullabies floated through the tranquil forest air, mixing in with the faint babbling of a far-off stream. Ismae tilted her head, giving Emrys a look that clearly meant for him to stay quiet. He obliged, giving her a stubborn bump with his head before dropping down beside her. Her smile grew, uninhibited as it lit up her fairy-like features. Up in the trees, the songbird flitted from branch to branch, showing off for his newfound audience. The song lulled her, temporarily anchoring her wandering soul to that spot in the forest. Her eyes followed the lark ceaselessly, tracking its movements between the trees as it kept up its enchanting song. It was moments before the bird was through and when the song drifted off to an end, Ismae leaned down to nuzzle Emrys’s head – a gesture that he usually resented teasingly but always allowed. That is why we’re here, Aras-sayaing. There are some things you can’t find in the safe borders of the tribe. Her spirit animal stood with a yawn, shaking pine needles from his dark fur as he pinned her with an exasperated amber-eyed gaze. “You’d forfeit your safety and mine for a bird Ismae?” She frowned at him, wrinkling her nose in reply. There was not a piece of Mae that didn’t love her companion – he’d practically raised her, after all – but sometimes she wished he weren’t so terrified of giving her some freedom.
ismae, open for anyone. 0.477 words, complete. I haven’t written anything in a month or so, so please forgive the quality. As I warm up to her character, my posts will improve. For reference: this color is ismae's speech and this is emrys's speech
no need to pray; no need to speak
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Post by NASUADAA on Dec 7, 2012 21:44:16 GMT -5
going to chuck someone here <3
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