09-28-2018, 10:28 PM
i'd break the back of love for you.
She hasn’t been home since the Chamber welcomed her as its queen and devoured her gift as an offering. But this would always be home, the place she came crawling back to when she couldn’t find herself anymore. Her heart aches for Kerrigan but she knows it’s only a matter of time before the twins find each other in a grateful embrace once again. For now, she has to bide her time and keep herself busy doing… who knows. Something will come along.
She slithers along, forked tongue sampling the air with her dark green head weaving through the meadow grasses. The moon casts a glowing light that shimmers across the smooth scales of her long body until she begins to change. Her coat erupts from beneath the scales and her legs unfold from her spine until she’s walking, head held a little too high. A few scales remain scattered across her skin like freckles though they gather mostly down the curve of her spine or the angles of her cheek bones. She blinks and her pupils return to normal.
She tastes the air one last time before her tongue remains inside her mouth as it should. Khuma has switched between each of her shapes so often that she sometimes forget what she actually looks like. She’s almost got it right today, though, as her bay overo coloring takes over her body. The serpent girl is just below average height, petite and delicate to anyone who might be so foolish as to trust appearances. Her doe eyes have never managed to betray the callous girl behind them.
She blames each of her parents. Her father was as cold-blooded as her while Anadil was about as loving as a brick wall. The only kindness she ever found in herself was when Tatter gave her a son, when being a mother was her entire world. A slow sigh escapes her but she says nothing. She knows her boy had to leave the nest some time.
It smells like it might rain soon.
She slithers along, forked tongue sampling the air with her dark green head weaving through the meadow grasses. The moon casts a glowing light that shimmers across the smooth scales of her long body until she begins to change. Her coat erupts from beneath the scales and her legs unfold from her spine until she’s walking, head held a little too high. A few scales remain scattered across her skin like freckles though they gather mostly down the curve of her spine or the angles of her cheek bones. She blinks and her pupils return to normal.
She tastes the air one last time before her tongue remains inside her mouth as it should. Khuma has switched between each of her shapes so often that she sometimes forget what she actually looks like. She’s almost got it right today, though, as her bay overo coloring takes over her body. The serpent girl is just below average height, petite and delicate to anyone who might be so foolish as to trust appearances. Her doe eyes have never managed to betray the callous girl behind them.
She blames each of her parents. Her father was as cold-blooded as her while Anadil was about as loving as a brick wall. The only kindness she ever found in herself was when Tatter gave her a son, when being a mother was her entire world. A slow sigh escapes her but she says nothing. She knows her boy had to leave the nest some time.
It smells like it might rain soon.
khuma.