04-18-2016, 11:01 AM
Padma
snakes among sweet flowers do creep
Spring, summer, now fall. Dead, all dead just like the slowly hardening leaves in the trees. Padma had followed nonchalant to the Gates, she had to see what Tannor was up to but now she sighed. She had laid in wait like any good serpent should do but nothing happened. Her hopes had been elevated only so she could wallow in the spreading pool of disappointment, vast and sticky as it were.
Nonsense. She didn’t belong here under the sun, she never had truly. Padma was made better for the dark, cool shadows of the Valley. A place that called to her often as the Gates slowly sank back into its trench of depression and weak filth.
You can be sure it was not in a state that she was willing to endure. Shape up or ship out.
However, there were a few things to scrape up from the Gates tethers before she went. The moth-man of course. That peculiar creature that had once slunk in the shadows of the Valley like herself, great fluffs of antennae protruding from his head. Padma didn’t mind peculiarities though, on the contrary she quite adored anything different or special. The alabaster woman considered herself one of nature’s oddities and it was a quality she coveted in both herself and others without discrimination.
Thankfully the sun was blocked by the overcast of cloud today, making her traipsing search over the fields of clover much quicker and more efficient than ever. She would find him no doubt, somewhere obscure surely because she rarely saw him smack dab in the middle of things. Perhaps he felt insecure about his appearance, ashamed of what he should glory in, maybe he just didn’t like other horses. Whatever it was Padma was sure to do her best convincing, it was best not to leave all the rare commodities in a land so undeserving.
Hell, she even had the mind to coax the potential recruit Daey to the shadow lands with her. Let the Gates enjoy its squalor.
Nonsense. She didn’t belong here under the sun, she never had truly. Padma was made better for the dark, cool shadows of the Valley. A place that called to her often as the Gates slowly sank back into its trench of depression and weak filth.
You can be sure it was not in a state that she was willing to endure. Shape up or ship out.
However, there were a few things to scrape up from the Gates tethers before she went. The moth-man of course. That peculiar creature that had once slunk in the shadows of the Valley like herself, great fluffs of antennae protruding from his head. Padma didn’t mind peculiarities though, on the contrary she quite adored anything different or special. The alabaster woman considered herself one of nature’s oddities and it was a quality she coveted in both herself and others without discrimination.
Thankfully the sun was blocked by the overcast of cloud today, making her traipsing search over the fields of clover much quicker and more efficient than ever. She would find him no doubt, somewhere obscure surely because she rarely saw him smack dab in the middle of things. Perhaps he felt insecure about his appearance, ashamed of what he should glory in, maybe he just didn’t like other horses. Whatever it was Padma was sure to do her best convincing, it was best not to leave all the rare commodities in a land so undeserving.
Hell, she even had the mind to coax the potential recruit Daey to the shadow lands with her. Let the Gates enjoy its squalor.
@[Elysium]