03-06-2017, 02:53 PM
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.
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
Gryffen x Minette