12-17-2017, 11:49 PM
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts
She remembers. She would always remember.
Scars mark the pure white of her legs that had not been there before. They are healed, puckered and furred, but still where they had not been before. Niko would come to notice them after some time since returning to Beqanna...since the cave and the life with her angel but it was all in due time. The painted mare is resting in a nest of wildflowers and lush greenery despite the cool of autumn and the burning golds and reds that flood the rees. She is fast asleep and dreaming with a few twitches of her limbs and her lips. The nightmares of fire seem to chase her and close a space between her and the heat till it nearly reaches her and
-snap-
The sound of a twig breaking rouses her, a cold sweat making her sheen. ”Wha-” The nest of green suddenly withers to a brown mess> The hazel eyed woman looks around her as she breathes heavily. There was no fire, there was no cave, there was no beautiful angel. The painted woman moves to find her feet. She felt awkward as though something was off kilter. The trees seems to sway despite the very light breeze of autumn, their limbs seeming to block out the light rain that fell round her. Nikoline is silently grateful for she could have caught her death in the forest of Taiga.
But still...it did not explain the uncanny feeling of not being alone. Te woman looks to her left and then to her right. There were no equines in sight and yet there are soft whispers floating all around her. ”Hello? Who’s there?” She asks openly with pricked ears. There seemed to so many different voices, talks of sunlight and the change of seasons. The voices are feminine and masculine but all the same as they describe the early winter that was to happen. She thinks she may have even heard her name… and something of rainfall? ”Is someone there?” Her voice is growing a bit more desperate as she asks despite the shapeless voices. Niko frowns slightly, confused and attempting to dam the fear that threatened to overflow. She begins to walk slowly and does not seem to notice out the forest foliage bent to create her a path. All she knew is that she was in Taiga, her head hurt and seemed to be filled with voices. Oh what a way to wake up.
Scars mark the pure white of her legs that had not been there before. They are healed, puckered and furred, but still where they had not been before. Niko would come to notice them after some time since returning to Beqanna...since the cave and the life with her angel but it was all in due time. The painted mare is resting in a nest of wildflowers and lush greenery despite the cool of autumn and the burning golds and reds that flood the rees. She is fast asleep and dreaming with a few twitches of her limbs and her lips. The nightmares of fire seem to chase her and close a space between her and the heat till it nearly reaches her and
-snap-
The sound of a twig breaking rouses her, a cold sweat making her sheen. ”Wha-” The nest of green suddenly withers to a brown mess> The hazel eyed woman looks around her as she breathes heavily. There was no fire, there was no cave, there was no beautiful angel. The painted woman moves to find her feet. She felt awkward as though something was off kilter. The trees seems to sway despite the very light breeze of autumn, their limbs seeming to block out the light rain that fell round her. Nikoline is silently grateful for she could have caught her death in the forest of Taiga.
But still...it did not explain the uncanny feeling of not being alone. Te woman looks to her left and then to her right. There were no equines in sight and yet there are soft whispers floating all around her. ”Hello? Who’s there?” She asks openly with pricked ears. There seemed to so many different voices, talks of sunlight and the change of seasons. The voices are feminine and masculine but all the same as they describe the early winter that was to happen. She thinks she may have even heard her name… and something of rainfall? ”Is someone there?” Her voice is growing a bit more desperate as she asks despite the shapeless voices. Niko frowns slightly, confused and attempting to dam the fear that threatened to overflow. She begins to walk slowly and does not seem to notice out the forest foliage bent to create her a path. All she knew is that she was in Taiga, her head hurt and seemed to be filled with voices. Oh what a way to wake up.
nikoline
barret x syntyche