11-25-2021, 08:01 PM
xi
our gospel is living flesh sprawled in dust
Xi flies mindlessly. She has no agenda to ruin her airborne meandering today; instead, the thermals carry her where they may. In and out of the ivory clouds she bobs and weaves, her two-toned body laced with the mist of unfallen precipitation each time she dips into the clear skies once more. Her ears remain attentively pricked to appreciate the rush of the wind around her, though there is a brief moment they register a different noise. Close, but not too close. Just near enough to register.
She barrel-rolls, orange and ivory tresses flying madly as her dragonfly wings extend to support her swift horizontal spiral. And in the midst of this maneuver, just at the peripheral of her violet gaze, Xi notices that she is not alone. A shiver works its way down her spine as she gazes below; the winged lion is majestic, full-maned, and it floats in such a way to gaze up at her. XI lays her pointed ears upon her poll as she adjusts her course to circle above the large feline, a two-toned vulture assessing the prey that rests below her.
Opting not to give the lion something to chance, the ivory and orange woman tucks her insect wings to her thin sides and plummets downwards. She spins as she goes, a tight spiral with her ivory tail streaming behind her, until she snaps her wings open once more, positioning herself in such a way that she can stare directly into the obsidian lion's face.
“Can I help you?”
She barrel-rolls, orange and ivory tresses flying madly as her dragonfly wings extend to support her swift horizontal spiral. And in the midst of this maneuver, just at the peripheral of her violet gaze, Xi notices that she is not alone. A shiver works its way down her spine as she gazes below; the winged lion is majestic, full-maned, and it floats in such a way to gaze up at her. XI lays her pointed ears upon her poll as she adjusts her course to circle above the large feline, a two-toned vulture assessing the prey that rests below her.
Opting not to give the lion something to chance, the ivory and orange woman tucks her insect wings to her thin sides and plummets downwards. She spins as she goes, a tight spiral with her ivory tail streaming behind her, until she snaps her wings open once more, positioning herself in such a way that she can stare directly into the obsidian lion's face.
“Can I help you?”
Xi possesses Spontaneous Shattering.
Noises louder than a whisper result in nearby objects exploding.
Noises louder than a whisper result in nearby objects exploding.