08-30-2021, 09:53 AM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
She had been away from the Isle longer than last time and had done so on purpose. After her latest encounter with Gale, after all the new creative ways he had come up with to break her this time, she was slow to come back home. There had been the slow trek to Tephra after to deal with her injuries (slow steps taken as she had painfully dragged her broken wings behind her) but even after she had finally healed she had stayed away. She hadn’t wanted to see the renewed worry in Leokadia’s pale eyes, hadn’t wanted to face Nashua with yet another failed encounter with the Curse. She was sure he would blame her for her own foolishness despite the fact that Gale had found her instead of vice versa.
Still the Isle was home and she knew she could not stay away forever.
She had finally arrived late that evening, hoping to avoid the others and have a moment of quiet to herself. Her hooves crunch through the fresh layers of snow, starlit wings folded over her sides and adding additional coverage from the cold. Her stars remain the same bloody hue that they had turned into ever since that argument with Nash on the burnt remains of the beach. Silvery scars seem to cover most of her smoky black pelt but she is no longer self-conscious of them like she had once been. Every scar told a story and the most recent one slashed across her chest speaks of the chapter where she died and came back to life. The marker of the endless black rage that storms her mind and flares around her fiery heart that just refuses to quit.
The Northern Thane strides towards the lake, catching a dark figure in the distance. Her wings flare around her, the red stars blazing as the crimson aura covers her and she looks once more like the dark angel of death she felt like. The swirls of her eyes had not slowed, her pupils still hidden beneath the blinding silver that shines from her sockets, as they narrow in on the tall stallion that she’s quickly approaching. He is gazing at the blue flames of the tree and she finally settles herself before him, the savage scar across her eye twisting as she flares her nostrils and glares at him. In normal circumstances she would have greeted him more kindly but life lately had been anything but normal.
He is much taller and bigger than her but what she lacks in height she makes up for in presence as she stares up at him, taking note of his own scars and stories. “What brings you to the Isle in the middle of the night stranger?” She asks him quietly but there is an unspoken threat in her tone, that rolling anger flaring behind her starlight eyes as she wonders if this is yet another trick in disguise, sent by the Curse of Hyaline.
Still the Isle was home and she knew she could not stay away forever.
She had finally arrived late that evening, hoping to avoid the others and have a moment of quiet to herself. Her hooves crunch through the fresh layers of snow, starlit wings folded over her sides and adding additional coverage from the cold. Her stars remain the same bloody hue that they had turned into ever since that argument with Nash on the burnt remains of the beach. Silvery scars seem to cover most of her smoky black pelt but she is no longer self-conscious of them like she had once been. Every scar told a story and the most recent one slashed across her chest speaks of the chapter where she died and came back to life. The marker of the endless black rage that storms her mind and flares around her fiery heart that just refuses to quit.
The Northern Thane strides towards the lake, catching a dark figure in the distance. Her wings flare around her, the red stars blazing as the crimson aura covers her and she looks once more like the dark angel of death she felt like. The swirls of her eyes had not slowed, her pupils still hidden beneath the blinding silver that shines from her sockets, as they narrow in on the tall stallion that she’s quickly approaching. He is gazing at the blue flames of the tree and she finally settles herself before him, the savage scar across her eye twisting as she flares her nostrils and glares at him. In normal circumstances she would have greeted him more kindly but life lately had been anything but normal.
He is much taller and bigger than her but what she lacks in height she makes up for in presence as she stares up at him, taking note of his own scars and stories. “What brings you to the Isle in the middle of the night stranger?” She asks him quietly but there is an unspoken threat in her tone, that rolling anger flaring behind her starlight eyes as she wonders if this is yet another trick in disguise, sent by the Curse of Hyaline.
-- Ciri
@Cassiell
She's extremely moody lately so don't mind her
