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the starry dynamo in the machinery of night (any) - GODBEAR - 01-16-2019 godbear the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night Code by: Pride RE: the starry dynamo in the machinery of night (any) - shroud - 01-19-2019 Snow and stars, snow and stars. Bits of breezes that tease of balmier days and flowers. Trickles of snowmelt and mud underfoot, that slide and suck at small hooves. She does not pull her legs higher from the mire, but continues to slog through it. Shroud knows he’ll reprimand her later for the muck that mars her pelt even as he industriously picks through it. That is why she smiles, sly and secretive to herself - the stallion had become something more than just a father-figure, a master and mayhap later on, a paramour.
Shroud is but a girl still, foolish but never sweet unless her curves are taken into consideration. Then her flesh is the sweetest coin she has to spend, but not yet! She has time left to ripen and round out, even behind the feathered growth of wings that wrap her up in mystery. They change from pure pegasus feather to draconic leather membrane, then to soft mossy curtains that trail and drift alongside her. She has gotten better at manipulating the organic matter of them into anything naturally found on this earth but there are consequences of it too, like the thin trickle of blood that leaks from a nostril and paints her smile red.
Part of that is because of the plague that snakes around inside her. It eats itself and spawns itself all over again. She coughs, chokes, and recovers. Leaves sputum to mix with blood on her mouth. Has such a terrible smile as she comes, that most avoid her because they know. Just as she knows most of them are infected too, some just hide it better than others. Then she spots him - teal and starry, like a galaxy trapped in horseflesh. Shroud cannot help but to stop and stare at him, because he’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen besides the arterial spray of blood on the earth.
@[GODBEAR] sorry it’s short and weird but i couldn’t resist! <3
RE: the starry dynamo in the machinery of night (any) - GODBEAR - 01-21-2019 my muse really took a poop today for some reason ; but so good to get some words in with you!! <3 <3 <3 @[shroud] godbear the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night Code by: Pride RE: the starry dynamo in the machinery of night (any) - shroud - 02-20-2019 The quiet consumes her; eats at her from the inside out as she swallows back a bevy of coughs that threaten to ruin it. She’ll no disturb the quiet like so, though she is every inch a disturbance - a defiance in the face of most things, like nature, but not her blue master and his manipulative touch that she craves with a sick sad hunger. Master though, sits in the back of her mind as she looks at him, teal and starry and too beautiful to behold with her pathetic fevered eyes. But behold him she does, as if he is something unique and he is! She has never seen his like before on this earth, or even in her dreams.
Shroud can feel him look at her, even as her own punch-drunk gaze has never left the impressive sight of him. He talks through a mouth riddled with dust of a nebula and lack of color, and it makes her duck her head shyly in reply. She is not that beautiful - not her, but then, the last time she saw her face in the river, it was strained and sapped by sickness. Shroud had become a gaunt and girlish marvel that she was unaware of. His look now, suggested otherwise.
“That might be the nicest thing anyone has said to me.” she admits; whatever malices and mischiefs in her sated like dogs given bones to crack open for the marrow inside. He continues to stare, taking an emboldened step towards her that she meets with the extension of her nose held out and aloft like an offering. It is uncertain just who is the god, the altar, and the worshipper given the way they look at one another with such keen fervid stares.
“Let go?” for once, the girl is confused and rapidly losing control. She coughs once, delicate and small but it leaves a shiver in her skin in its horrid wake. It’s almost a fine tremor, like a familiar palsy that she’s become friends with. Her eyes beseech him for further explanation - further strange twists of conversation, and more looks like she is more than a marionette dancing to her master’s command. This one, he looks at her like she is something even if she really is nothing more than flesh and bone and plague.
“I don’t understand.” which is another painful admission as she flares her nostrils to better breathe him in. The palsy-tremor of her sabino skin is still there, little ripples that extend out to even her pale birdlike appendages, shaking loose the smallest feathers that fall to the earth just behind her feet.
@[GODBEAR] sorry this is way overdue! ❤️
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