Snow had blanketed portions of the ground, and areas tattered by discolored plants and bare brush seemed to glisten with touches of ice. Low fog and steam bled into one another above the earth, the frozen soil cracking and breaking: its being tormented by the season and worse yet when the harsh hoof impressed upon it. Lacking blood there was no puddle of red that came to fill the hoof shaped void, but rather there was an ichorous darkness where shadow greedily melded into the shape and stretched itself out like a quilt. An endless myriad sky of stars, of emptiness in the space between… and in them there was only a sliver of the moon: thus it was no surprise to Yidhra that the earth’s screams subsided if but for a moment and her shivering and shaking of branches manifested into a great sigh- pained and sorrowed.
Disharmonious and sharp the wind pierced her ears and the sigh came and went with it, but what did not was the patterned crunch of footsteps. The sheer volume of them suggested much and yet? There was nothing that beckoned her to turn immediately. Ears swirled and she listened, yes she did that, but more so Yidhra began to dream… to sway in idle motion and close those bold teal eyes. No smile crossed her lips either, and the face was sobered as it could be- her dream vivid and wild: the flash of memories fading and as they did a feigned laughter carried itself from her lips. “Waking in the ocean, a reef returned to the sea and lands empty and diseased.” she speaks, raspy from the damage to her throat; but nonetheless her voice is smoky and deep: accented in such a way that the words almost a song.
Eerie and cold she begins to turn her body in the shadow of the night, to slide a spidery leg across the other and roll her hips: to stretch the sunken flesh and ancient muscle. Her body is sore and stiff, not at all smooth, in fact the motions seem puppeted and mechanical, corpselike in their own way. Air is drawn in and her nostrils flare, the smell of salt and another curling together as she seeked to stare deep and long into his eyes, her own unblinking. “Pressure and darkness, what light existed was that which grew on creatures of the depths.” hissing for a moment a cough forces its way and her salt-laden lungs heave. From the black lips a trickle of blood stings her wrinkled tongue and decorates the snow beneath her maw.
Lack ceremony, she leans down to taste and bite at the very snow, the water not drank but passed through her teeth and maw before being spit upon the earth. Metallic tangs of blood washed away and the smell of the sea fading. Through she hears him, her mind is foggy and her eyes roll before she resolves to stare, unblinking and focused. “Where am I?” she asks plainly, her body shifting to face him and head raised. A creature of dark skin and splattered whites and grays, of teal eyes and an expression hardened; but curious. Shifting her weight the legs stretch and her body moves, shoulders rolled back and the arch deepened as she rolls her hips: stopping a distance from him and this brief sliver of light.
Yidhra
@[Chemdog]