03-06-2017, 08:37 PM
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.
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
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