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What the caterpillar calls the end of the world - any - Amorette - 03-06-2017 There is a slight hesitance in her step as she walks the unknown lands. Sure the meadow might look quite the same as it had before, but that was all it was. She was aware of how different this world was. It was no longer the Beqanna she had known from birth and at the same time, it was. She had heard whispers, rumours, in the meadow about the Tephra. Well, not about the land, but about its leader. It was almost too good to be true, yet Amore’s heart desperately wishes it is. That she had accepted the chance that had washed over her, didn’t mean she would be relieved to see a familiar face. A trusted face on top of that. Her mom and siblings had been gone since before the reckoning, but Magnus hadn’t disappeared. He had stayed true to the Heavenly Gates. Unlike her, she would have to admit in shame. Perhaps this would be her new chance. Perhaps the change wasn’t bad. If she could only share it with those who mattered the most to her. Amorette resembled her mother, Minette, more than her father, except for the total opposite in the color that painted her coat. Her mother, her maman, had been a pale gray, where her coat showed a smoky black that was clearly influenced by her father. Little did she know that the one who she had always thought of as her father, wasn’t the one who sired her. It isn’t far that Amorette trails into the new lands, the heath already thick in the air. She calls out, her whiny travelling across the green lands at the food of the mountain. No, no mountain, a volcano. For a moment she can only revel in the thought how different these lands were, but it doesn’t take her long to accept it, because that was the easiest thing to do. The next thing was to wait, but she hoped that they wouldn’t keep her waiting long. Amorette What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. Gryffen x Minette RE: What the caterpillar calls the end of the world - any - Atrani - 03-06-2017 Atrani
Atrani has been wandering, lurking. She has kept to herself since her separation from father and since Magnus pulled her in close. Her life is confusing, her place in the world faltering. Is she a bringer of happiness? Or is she the eyeless Grim Reaper that finds solace in destroying lives? She hasn’t quite decided. But at least she is alive, and she isn’t entirely alone. From her kept distance she has taken in the smells, creating images in her mind of what these scents could look like. The acrid smoke at first clawed at her lungs, but she adapted and she strengthened. This is where she lives, where she will grow; she has no choice but to become a child of the volcano even if she will never see it towering high above her like a guardian. The time spent here has been for adapting and for learning to navigate without vision. It has been a way to learn about others without ever seeing them. It has sharpened her senses and has developed her curiosity into a rather fine point. That’s why she finds herself drawn to this one particular mare – she’s different and she’s an outsider. Atrani can smell the estrogen and the anxiety. She can almost taste the adrenaline and sense of hope that is brimming to the edge in this stranger. ”You’re not from around here,” her head inclines to indicate Tephra as the landscape unravels behind her, unveiled by the drifting fog. A breath is drawn in, her nostrils quivering and her heart pattering. ”But neither am I,” she pauses as she somberly rolls her shoulders, ”not really.” Because in reality, the child is as much an outsider here as she is anywhere – everywhere – else. Nonetheless, this is where she is now, shielded by Magnus. ”I’m Atrani,” the abomination, the reaper. dove into her eyes and starved all the fears picture by haenuli shin- HTML by Call - words: ________ [Image: callwolf_zpsasro4cel.png] RE: What the caterpillar calls the end of the world - any - magnus - 03-10-2017 out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know RE: What the caterpillar calls the end of the world - any - Amorette - 03-14-2017 As she waits she cannot help it but to let her mind wander. Wander back to the time when she had first greeted a stranger on the border of her then home. She had been the first to meet Weir and Fynnegan, diplomats from the Dale. Soon her father had joined them. The memory was a good one, one Amore remembered with a small smile. Amorette Quand on n'a que l'amour. |