09-21-2015, 07:40 AM
I wanted to leave something besides a blood trail,
besides prayers growing stale on my tongue.
She lifts her head as his call reaches her ears, gilded in excitement and bloodlust. The serpent girl moves from her perch beneath the pines along the border and seeks out their little group as it begins to form. Cellar tries to recall whether or not he head wings when she last saw him but he's speaking before she can put too much effort into it. Her gray head tilts as she speaks her name and informs each of them that they now have a task, passed down straight from Straia.
The order is simple and she gives a curt nod of her head in understanding. If they were as complacent as before, this would not truly require her, but she doubts they would surrender a queen as easily as they might a child. The thought churns her gut in anger that she chews back as quick as possible, but the imagined after taste of bile remains on her tongue all the same.
"I will follow you," she says simply. Her gaze turns to Weed as he suggests a different tactic, however. "Are we certain they cannot replant it afterward? I'd like to scorch their earth to be sure."
Her voice is soft despite her words and her eyes are as empty as always. If there is any sincere emotion within her, it remains tied fast to some dungeon within her.
Cbesides prayers growing stale on my tongue.
She lifts her head as his call reaches her ears, gilded in excitement and bloodlust. The serpent girl moves from her perch beneath the pines along the border and seeks out their little group as it begins to form. Cellar tries to recall whether or not he head wings when she last saw him but he's speaking before she can put too much effort into it. Her gray head tilts as she speaks her name and informs each of them that they now have a task, passed down straight from Straia.
The order is simple and she gives a curt nod of her head in understanding. If they were as complacent as before, this would not truly require her, but she doubts they would surrender a queen as easily as they might a child. The thought churns her gut in anger that she chews back as quick as possible, but the imagined after taste of bile remains on her tongue all the same.
"I will follow you," she says simply. Her gaze turns to Weed as he suggests a different tactic, however. "Are we certain they cannot replant it afterward? I'd like to scorch their earth to be sure."
Her voice is soft despite her words and her eyes are as empty as always. If there is any sincere emotion within her, it remains tied fast to some dungeon within her.
I could give you my body, my flesh,
offer it up like a sacrifice, like a banquet.
offer it up like a sacrifice, like a banquet.
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