11-01-2018, 07:13 PM
Deep down all you want is love
The pure kind we all dream of
The pure kind we all dream of
They shout and scramble. They are worried, frightened. Shiya watches as they rush past her in their desperation to flee, all while she stands motionless with the hills at her back. The world is shifting again, growling underfoot even as the plants begin to wither and die.
Like they will.
She feels like the spawn of chaos, immune to the destruction as she remains safeguarded by His own magic. While she helped surface the diseased land of Pangea, thus birthing this mayhem, it is appearing beneficial in this moment.
A jagged smile smears across her lips, watching as the world becomes a heavy blur. There is no need for her to make haste like these lowly pawns. The only reason she moves at all is so that she may perhaps find Vulgaris amid the chaos, but she doesn’t call to him, not yet. She nonchalantly ambles from Loess to this new land, her hips swaying languidly from side to side as she drinks in the sights. Smug in her travels, she eventually finds herself in the Pampas, her reptilian eyes sweeping across the unfamiliarity before being drawn to her stomach. The slight bit of movement attracts her, holding her focus for a long minute as she pictures the life they’ve created. A miracle churns to life in her womb.
They will be a family again. It will be perfect.
The confirmation of Loess residents reaches her nostrils again. There is Wolfbane, but he means nothing to her. Shiya has never been one for politics or a kingdom life. She is here for herself, for Vulgaris, and for their unborn child. While immune to this disastrous plague, Shiya savors the idea of a shelter from the mayhem.
But we cannot escape the past,
so you and I will never last
so you and I will never last
original html by Jassal
Once can only do so many beginning posts before they ultimately suck lol