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look before you leap [elysium] - Padma - 04-18-2016

Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Spring, summer, now fall. Dead, all dead just like the slowly hardening leaves in the trees. Padma had followed nonchalant to the Gates, she had to see what Tannor was up to but now she sighed. She had laid in wait like any good serpent should do but nothing happened. Her hopes had been elevated only so she could wallow in the spreading pool of disappointment, vast and sticky as it were. 

Nonsense. She didn’t belong here under the sun, she never had truly. Padma was made better for the dark, cool shadows of the Valley. A place that called to her often as the Gates slowly sank back into its trench of depression and weak filth.

You can be sure it was not in a state that she was willing to endure. Shape up or ship out. 

However, there were a few things to scrape up from the Gates tethers before she went. The moth-man of course. That peculiar creature that had once slunk in the shadows of the Valley like herself, great fluffs of antennae protruding from his head. Padma didn’t mind peculiarities though, on the contrary she quite adored anything different or special. The alabaster woman considered herself one of nature’s oddities and it was a quality she coveted in both herself and others without discrimination.

Thankfully the sun was blocked by the overcast of cloud today, making her traipsing search over the fields of clover much quicker and more efficient than ever. She would find him no doubt, somewhere obscure surely because she rarely saw him smack dab in the middle of things. Perhaps he felt insecure about his appearance, ashamed of what he should glory in, maybe he just didn’t like other horses. Whatever it was Padma was sure to do her best convincing, it was best not to leave all the rare commodities in a land so undeserving.

Hell, she even had the mind to coax the potential recruit Daey to the shadow lands with her. Let the Gates enjoy its squalor.


@[Elysium]


RE: look before you leap [elysium] - Elysium - 04-18-2016



watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

  Time has shifted; changed. He has not settled into it, not yet. The days move swiftly and without precedence, and he finds his life slipping away before his very unusual, compound eyes. He cannot piece it all together before it is suddenly gone, washed away with the gentle breeze and bathed in the memories of blood, loss and destruction. He has lost himself in his own mind in the days, weeks, and months preceding the war, and he finds he cannot reclaim what was once his old soul. It has been discarded, left behind with the now decomposed, rotting corpse of a female he had never known the name of. He had murdered her in cold blood, with nothing but brutality behind his motive - fueled by a desire to protect his kingdom, which was now nothing and no longer his.

   Still, he felt a deep connection with it - a longing that he could not shake. He loathed the blasphemous sun and the way it beat down on his delicate wings, radiating warmth and heat that the shadows had so often protected him from. The bright sunlight of day often deterred him from socialization; and it was only within the dark spread of night that he ventured out from between spindly, looming trees, uncloaking himself from a blanket of literal invisibility. The lands had long since grown quiet - too quiet. Their King was nowhere to be seen and was often impossible to track down, and their numbers were growing fewer. He felt entirely alone here, even surrounded by the youthful adoration of his daughters (who had grown so much in such little time; he was hardly ready for their eager ventures away from home) and the gentle, albeit uncommon affection from his sweet Speck.

  Loneliness was a difficult thing to shoulder, and it weighed on him heavily. He longed for the dark, grasping branches and welcoming shadows of home, even if it meant abandoning his post and remaining only a resident. He had followed Demian to the very ends of the Earth; had promised to protect his eldest son - though very few knew aside from himself and Padma. They had harbored this deep secret, abandoned what was once theirs to protect it and now there was nothing to show for it. He had done his task, as far as he had seen it - in the end, it was Demian who had let him down. His old friend, may his fragmented pieces rest well wherever they lay, had asked him to do the impossible.

  Tannor was not to be tamed, and he certainly should not have been King.

  His mind remains stirring, brewing with idle thoughts of frustration as he peers out from the embrace of a few solitary trees in the midst of the field. He is again cloaked in his invisibility, a strength he was sure would soon fade away, as would his post, when he sees her in her glimmering glory. Though the sunlight is hardly bright today, it still peers unyielding from between the thick cloud cover overhead, illuminating her slender form as her scales sparkle beneath the light. She is the very definition of regal; the alabaster serpent mother of a King. She is seeking something - someone - and the way she lingers along the shadowed line of thick brush and foliage tells him it may be him she is searching for.

   Though they had shared few words in the past, there was an equal understanding between them - a shared trait of oddity; both unusual in their own way. Oddities with a very hefty secret shared between them.

  He uncloaks himself once more, stepping from beneath the shade of an old oak just as she begins to traipse by - he leans forward and gently nips at her flank with a smug smirk on his features; his compound eyes peering closely at her as his vision pieces together a bright, vivid image of beauty and grace. Her oddity was becoming, beautiful even - he knew that his own would never match hers. Alas, a chuckle rises from his throat as he watches her with unadulterated curiosity.

   "Looking for me?"


elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.

Not gonna lie; first paragraph is a copy from another post.
Trying to get back into his muse. <3 c:


RE: look before you leap [elysium] - Padma - 04-18-2016

Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Luckily the sun wasn't out, else this would have really taken forever. It appears he is quite the hider, making this task that she deemed rather simple a bit more complex than she bargained for. The low lying shrubbery and endless cluster of oaks and mesquite bushes gave way to the most irritating copse of cover known to woman-kind. Maybe Padma just isn’t that virtuous of a creature, her practice of patience sorely lacking when it really comes down to it.

Any other time she might abandon course but seeing as the object at hand was potentially rewarding for her, well, she just couldn’t let it go. Bullheaded and stubborn but it had all panned out in the past and thus still she was here, sitting pretty and a small brood of mostly glorious obscure children. It’s so nice to have a nibble every now and then, even an open hand to feed you in the future should you ever find yourself in a position of need. One must do what one must after all.

He’s doing such a good job of hiding that the sudden breach of flesh causes her a start. Her fine neck whipping around and snaking out quite viper-like. A sudden rush of air leaves her bleached lips in a rather serpentine hiss and she exhales from the surprise.  What a rotten bug.

“Elysssiumm” The name ends as the hiss too leaves her but she makes no qualms about submerging herself into the thicket. His multifaceted eyes gave her the nicest view of herself, a plethora of reflections like an endless array of mirrors. For a moment that what she does, admires herself within the reflective bulbs of his face and then she comes to the point of her search once again.

“This place is disgusting,” her loathing drips from her lips like sour venom. “Tannor’s constant disappearances lack the results I had once hoped for. Let us go back home don’t you think?” it is almost as if she is asking his permission or turning the question around as if it were his own idea though she really needs neither of those things. “We don’t belong here, not our kind, not in such a foul waste of land.” She spits the words as they rage to flee her twisted maw, little care taken with her once feigned adoration of the Heavenly highlands.

It’s the eyes that play next, those deep snake-pits that brought a curious distinction to her facial features. “Won’t you come with me Ely?” Long lashes slowly caress kisses along her cheeks as she stares long into his own uncanny windows, she wondered what kind of soul lay trapped within the all-seeing depths. "We can do better than this surely, we deserve better anyways." 



RE: look before you leap [elysium] - Elysium - 04-18-2016



watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

  She is of serpentine essence, with quick reflexes, smooth graceful movement and biting words - she epitomizes everything that there is to being a snake, and her venom-laced words are no less biting. Her observes her carefully as she responds negatively to his blunt nip; he had not harmed her but being startled was humiliating enough for her. He cannot conceal his wry smile as she peers irritably at him, though she draws nearer to him anyway. He is not afraid of her, though his heart pounds gently against his ribcage as she moves closer to him. Adrenaline, he muses to himself, though he knows that is a lie.

  His gaze is set intently on her, and he cannot help the chuckle of mirth bubbling from his throat as she realizes she is admiring herself within his own iridescent oculi. She is unusual, in so many ways, and yet he finds something endearing in her irritable, self-worshiping demeanor. It is a long few moments before she finally looks into his eyes, rather than merely at them, and he stares back unblinking as she spits out her aggravated anxiety. He, too, had been having his doubts, lingering at the surface of his simmering loneliness. He longed for home (her own words and his own), and within such longing there was a deeply-rooted seed of doubt slowly growing, developing and blossoming beneath his champagne-tinted skin.

  He listens to her closely; his cheek turned away from her slightly as his earhole leans to hear her every hissing word. His antennae drape over his still equine-shaped jawline, nearly drifting down and brushing over the top of her crown. Her questioning tone does not deceive him - no one can tell Padma what to do, and she has never needed permission from anyone. She often plays the demure damsel, and yet he knows better. Alas, he finds it intriguing, and as a moth to a flame, he is drawn in, curious still.

  "Disgusting might be a strong word, but I do agree, Padma," his deep tenor rumbles, his long tongue suppressed by years of practice as he speaks slowly and deliberately. "I, too, have grown tired of this. I think that he may have gone away, and for how long, I cannot say." He pauses now, his voice low as he stares deeply into her eyes. "The war has long since passed and we are the ones paying the price. Though I held .. his" Demian, he means, but he dares not think or say the name for fear that it may be known by the spies that still linger. "request of me in high regard, I think that it may be time to move on."
 
   To go home, he doesn't say, but she already knows.


elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.



RE: look before you leap [elysium] - Padma - 04-18-2016

Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
A wry smile dances along her plaster colored mouth, ending in delicate curves where they did part. It was delicious to hear what she wanted to, when she wanted to, that never got old.

Even still the agreement hangs like honey from his oddly shaped tongue and if she were a cat a deep throated purr would rumble within her. As it is she is not, instead settling for a watchful stare, waiting to strike a victim- else deter an opponent. Elysium is really neither of those things, simply a convenient little freak show for the serpentine mare to bask under. Something familiar and relatable in an otherwise dreary, disappointing day.

It was far past due for their departure, she had given too much lead in her quests to see the boy to greatness. Perhaps she had even held him in too high of a regard but special things had always taken special precedence to Padma. Lesser things always went shunned or unwanted, that awful speckled boy was a fine example of such a fate and she couldn’t really say she felt sorry. Not without lying of course but Padma had never shied away from a lie either.

Snakes rarely tend to do that you know.

No apologies would leave her for her sinful vanity, though she doubted he expected anything as such from her. The twist of his head leaves her to face one unadorned earhole, while tickling pillars bob above her skull like a fan above an overheated goddess. Maybe once she would dare touch them, nibble teasingly at the feathery fine feelers but just how delicate the appendages were she had no inkling. Though his form was chiseled deep within her memory, the logistics of it were as foreign to her as any other. Of course that wouldn’t do but some things take time and gentle persuasion.

A strong word

She snorts, clearly amused that he would deem the word too harsh. Nonsense, it was disgusting. The endless rays of sunshine, the too sweet clover, vegetation that slowly turned brittle in the winter as if the life and vibrancy simply could not be sucked from it. It was all too good, too sweet, too cookie-cutter perfection for her and she damn well would spit on its very existence. “Hardly. It is foul.” A decidedness to her observations. “Not foul in a good way mind you. It’s too square and happy and I’ve had enough.”

A quick flick of her tail, not minding where it went or who it smacked in its toss. Though in the end he is really agreeing with her, though outright he does not deface the Gates good name, deep down he had to at least feel the bitterness she held for it. Right?

“Oh good then, I knew you were a man to see sense.” Brightly her mood changes, as it often did when she somehow got her way. “C’mon Ely, we’ll have fun on the way too. My treat.” A nibble of her own placed gently near his listening earhole, with a wicked giggle to pass her sickly tender lips. The ‘treat’ was all too certain.


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RE: look before you leap [elysium] - Elysium - 04-18-2016



watch your tongue or have it cut from your head,
save your life by keeping whispers unsaid.

   Her smile is as wicked as her tongue, and yet there is something altogether alluring about the way she holds herself. She is a display of biting elegance; a shrine to all that is beautiful and simultaneously dangerous. He is weak in that manner - though he is a solitary creature, he often grows weak (in his many) knees at the sight of something unusual; tantalizing. Temptation is not something that he is able to shy away from easily. He is pulled towards all things that glimmer and shine; and she gleams with an alabaster brilliance that both amuses and arouses him in every sector of his brain.

   He watches her as she nears him again; her breath is suddenly his and he can taste the sweet nectar of blossoms that lingered over her tongue in the not so distant past. She observed him for a long moment (particularly his antennae, which still dangled overhead, almost teasing her in their close proximity to her scaly flesh) and he pauses beneath her tight scrutiny. He wonders for a moment if he has imagined the sudden shift in her words, in her physical language - he senses something enticing about her and he cannot pull himself away.

   She scoffs at his polite wording, but he would not refrain from maintaining some semblance of diplomacy. He would not frown upon the lands that once belonged to the now Queen of the Valley; it felt sacrilegious in a way .. but he did agree. Wholeheartedly. It was painfully bright, blossoming with flowers of many shades and bathing often beneath the adoring light of the sun. It was nothing of what he was used to and it was nothing of what he desired in a dwelling; he had left home long ago and had regretted it in every day since. She spoke to his silent longing; begged him from his quiet hiding place inside of his own mind. He did not speak his doubts, and yet somehow, she already knew.

   She presses her soft, whiskered lips to his ear, and he pressed his cheek to her neck, antennae brushing along her scaly pelt as his chest plate presses against hers. His heart pounds for a moment, and he thinks of Speck, of his daughters, but the loneliness has grown into such a chasm that he is unsure as to whether or not he can climb out of it - or if he wants to. She lingers with him in that moment, and for a while, he says nothing - gently touching his own whiskered lips and flaky, scaly skin to hers. Her giggle elicits something that had laid dormant for some time within him, and he knows what her intentions are, and he is powerless to resist.

   He knew he should pause, to find Speck and their children, to let them know of the journey ahead - but he decides in that moment to leave it all be, to allow himself this terribly wicked moment. He will turn back later, sated with her scent lingering upon his fragile wings and sweat-stained scales, to retrieve them - but for now, he will have her, and allow her to treat him after all.

 "Lead the way, Padma," He murmurs, his voice low to her ear. "treat me."


elysium

no mercy from the edge of the blade,
dare escape and learn the price to be paid.

Bow chicka.