07-19-2017, 10:22 PM
Ellyse
I know some things that you don't; I've done things that you won't
there's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
there's nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
She can feel the atmosphere shifting and changing long before the slim, gaunt line of his spine mutates and alters before her very eyes – he is forceful, pushing her away and causing her rapidly beating heart to skip a beat within the tight confinement of her chest. There is an old, familiar ache bubbling like hot magma through her veins, swathing her in the darkness of her own uncertainty – he had pushed her away, and she is recoiling, curling into herself and seeking the solitude and isolation of her own mind. She had reached out to him, vulnerable and as honest as she had ever been, but spurned, she began to recede.
Her silence is interrupted by a hitch of her breath in her suddenly constricted throat – her eyes widen, startled and stricken by the sight before her. His body is twisting and reshaping itself before her, and the adrenaline is coursing through her, while a stirring emerges within the pit of her belly (a far cry from the giddiness she had felt earlier). The muscles lining the rigid bone and its tender marrow become tense and taut, and the surface of the pallid skin that lay along her shoulders is soon split, bone sliding past the sinewy tendons and soft tissue, bristling in long, languishing lines of sharpened osseous matter.
Spikes carved out of her own bone contour her shoulders, trailing down along her breastplate, and back towards her withers – coursing down the length of her spine.
Defensive, she is standing before the hefty mass of ursine fury, the golden flecks of her watchful stare tracing the rounded curve of his rump and the large, behemoth paws attached to each individual limb – with long, dangerous talons raking the soft and fertile soil beneath his weight. Her heart is racing so loudly, it would be impossible for him not to hear it – she can hardly hear herself think, her thoughts rampant and running wild.
She was no fool – his change had been birthed in anger; an unreasonable anger. She had not betrayed him, nor had she meant any harm – and though it was conceived of undesirable circumstances, the unborn son or daughter stirring and shifting inside of her (stimulated, no doubt, by her ragged heartbeat and heavy breathing) meant more to her than the air she breathed. Though she is stunned by his carefully concealed secret (and a small part of her, despite any ire harbored, is in awe), she is wary – armored and protective of the child she bore for a stranger.
The bear is rumbling, its voice quivering as its tongue rakes over the gleaming, sharpened edges of its jagged teeth. I don’t know what to say.
Breathlessly, her voice rife with fury and heartache, glowering with a darkness that had never seen the light in his presence, she growls to him, her stance firm and unyielding.
”When you have contained your jealousy, you can apologize,” she utters, the ridge of her brow furrowed – pain evident beneath her scowl. ”I meant what I said, Ledger – it meant nothing. Nothing in comparison to what I felt with you, but I,” she breathes, searching. ”I cannot change what happened.”
And then, softly, so softly, pushing the words from her throat even as her heart aches and protests, ”Come find me when you’ve had time to process – and then we can see what is left to salvage.”
With that, she is gone.
Her silence is interrupted by a hitch of her breath in her suddenly constricted throat – her eyes widen, startled and stricken by the sight before her. His body is twisting and reshaping itself before her, and the adrenaline is coursing through her, while a stirring emerges within the pit of her belly (a far cry from the giddiness she had felt earlier). The muscles lining the rigid bone and its tender marrow become tense and taut, and the surface of the pallid skin that lay along her shoulders is soon split, bone sliding past the sinewy tendons and soft tissue, bristling in long, languishing lines of sharpened osseous matter.
Spikes carved out of her own bone contour her shoulders, trailing down along her breastplate, and back towards her withers – coursing down the length of her spine.
Defensive, she is standing before the hefty mass of ursine fury, the golden flecks of her watchful stare tracing the rounded curve of his rump and the large, behemoth paws attached to each individual limb – with long, dangerous talons raking the soft and fertile soil beneath his weight. Her heart is racing so loudly, it would be impossible for him not to hear it – she can hardly hear herself think, her thoughts rampant and running wild.
She was no fool – his change had been birthed in anger; an unreasonable anger. She had not betrayed him, nor had she meant any harm – and though it was conceived of undesirable circumstances, the unborn son or daughter stirring and shifting inside of her (stimulated, no doubt, by her ragged heartbeat and heavy breathing) meant more to her than the air she breathed. Though she is stunned by his carefully concealed secret (and a small part of her, despite any ire harbored, is in awe), she is wary – armored and protective of the child she bore for a stranger.
The bear is rumbling, its voice quivering as its tongue rakes over the gleaming, sharpened edges of its jagged teeth. I don’t know what to say.
Breathlessly, her voice rife with fury and heartache, glowering with a darkness that had never seen the light in his presence, she growls to him, her stance firm and unyielding.
”When you have contained your jealousy, you can apologize,” she utters, the ridge of her brow furrowed – pain evident beneath her scowl. ”I meant what I said, Ledger – it meant nothing. Nothing in comparison to what I felt with you, but I,” she breathes, searching. ”I cannot change what happened.”
And then, softly, so softly, pushing the words from her throat even as her heart aches and protests, ”Come find me when you’ve had time to process – and then we can see what is left to salvage.”
With that, she is gone.
head of war of tephra
daughter of elysium & speck
daughter of elysium & speck