06-29-2021, 06:10 PM
Djuna
the would-be queen
Djuna's mind is blank as she zigzags back and forth across the open Meadow. She's trying hard not to think too much, concerned where it might lead her if she does. The past few weeks have been nothing but thinking, and all she wants now is to rest.
Tall autumn-dried grass dances against her sides, the tide of rich yellows parting against the vessel of her body as she zigzags back and forth across the open plain. The inside of her pretty head is empty, no real goal or destination in mind as she wanders back and forth, back and forth. Eventually the speckled woman finds herself at the edge of a small pool, its glassy surface disrupted by the waterfall at the far edge. The gentle murmur of water lures her from the safety of the grass. Forward she steps until she's nearly at the sandy bank.
But then she sees him, standing just across the little stream, and she freezes. Not out of recognition, but disbelief. What ― who? ― is she looking at?
Skin splits and cracks and gives way to sun-bleached bone, protruding ghoulishly through the chestnut stallion's coat. She nearly recoils at first, instinct driving her towards repulsion, but jade eyes remain glued to him. It's strange how she's unable to look away, somehow fascinated despite the way her stomach rolls. 'How does he live like that? Is he in pain?' Djuna wonders as she continues to stare from where she stands on the opposite bank of the pool that separates them, rooted almost as deeply as the grass that sways against her own hips. It's not until several seconds later that she realizes there's blood dripping from his hip, carving a rivulet of crimson through his chestnut-and-ivory coat.
Ten, twenty, thirty more seconds pass by before Djuna finally forces herself forward from her spot, stepping out from the midst of the grasses and onto the sandy edge of the bank. "Hey!" she calls out over the distant droning of the waterfall and the susurration of water, "are you okay? You're bleeding."
Tall autumn-dried grass dances against her sides, the tide of rich yellows parting against the vessel of her body as she zigzags back and forth across the open plain. The inside of her pretty head is empty, no real goal or destination in mind as she wanders back and forth, back and forth. Eventually the speckled woman finds herself at the edge of a small pool, its glassy surface disrupted by the waterfall at the far edge. The gentle murmur of water lures her from the safety of the grass. Forward she steps until she's nearly at the sandy bank.
But then she sees him, standing just across the little stream, and she freezes. Not out of recognition, but disbelief. What ― who? ― is she looking at?
Skin splits and cracks and gives way to sun-bleached bone, protruding ghoulishly through the chestnut stallion's coat. She nearly recoils at first, instinct driving her towards repulsion, but jade eyes remain glued to him. It's strange how she's unable to look away, somehow fascinated despite the way her stomach rolls. 'How does he live like that? Is he in pain?' Djuna wonders as she continues to stare from where she stands on the opposite bank of the pool that separates them, rooted almost as deeply as the grass that sways against her own hips. It's not until several seconds later that she realizes there's blood dripping from his hip, carving a rivulet of crimson through his chestnut-and-ivory coat.
Ten, twenty, thirty more seconds pass by before Djuna finally forces herself forward from her spot, stepping out from the midst of the grasses and onto the sandy edge of the bank. "Hey!" she calls out over the distant droning of the waterfall and the susurration of water, "are you okay? You're bleeding."
@Reave