03-19-2017, 06:10 PM
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@[Misra]
Kirin
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
He had laid in wait, rather he had been particularly conservative with himself lately. Painful that was, what with no humility, no control, even the season had been rather dry. A wonder he had not exploded from the inside out, his needs overflowing and unfulfilled.
It had taken a considerable amount of flying and time to learn the layout of this new land. They were still surrounded by vast oceans, and there were forests and trees but they were not the same. The complete remake of the world was something Kirin had not anticipated and yet he was not overly surprised that is was so wholly and utterly different than it once was. This was a new slate, completely devoid of its origin and while he was quite upset at the loss of the Cove he was intrigued by the possibility of having more.
Of taking more, as he so often had the predisposition to do.
Wind grabs his lavender hair, tossing it in tangled strands about his eyes before whipping it back across his neck. A jay trills to the left and he looks up to watch it race across the sky, snorting as it flies off towards the horizon. Spring had sprung, bringing with it a crop of twittering song birds, children and pretty posies growing at his feet. These were trivial things today because in this hour he had a purpose, a task he trusted to no one but himself.
There was one inky, black songbird that had not flown within his silver sight for much too long now. Misra had sought her freedom and Kirin had released her shackles, whether by choice or force of her hand he would not be quick to tell. All that need be known now was that he was done waiting for her exploration and freedoms to end. Had she not seen the world by now? Was not everything they once had claim on been forsaken?
If he must show her that life was better at his side then he would, he would take great care in pleasure in the task.
It smelled of her here, was she close?
“Misra,” he called, eyes shining in the dim light of the wood.
It had taken a considerable amount of flying and time to learn the layout of this new land. They were still surrounded by vast oceans, and there were forests and trees but they were not the same. The complete remake of the world was something Kirin had not anticipated and yet he was not overly surprised that is was so wholly and utterly different than it once was. This was a new slate, completely devoid of its origin and while he was quite upset at the loss of the Cove he was intrigued by the possibility of having more.
Of taking more, as he so often had the predisposition to do.
Wind grabs his lavender hair, tossing it in tangled strands about his eyes before whipping it back across his neck. A jay trills to the left and he looks up to watch it race across the sky, snorting as it flies off towards the horizon. Spring had sprung, bringing with it a crop of twittering song birds, children and pretty posies growing at his feet. These were trivial things today because in this hour he had a purpose, a task he trusted to no one but himself.
There was one inky, black songbird that had not flown within his silver sight for much too long now. Misra had sought her freedom and Kirin had released her shackles, whether by choice or force of her hand he would not be quick to tell. All that need be known now was that he was done waiting for her exploration and freedoms to end. Had she not seen the world by now? Was not everything they once had claim on been forsaken?
If he must show her that life was better at his side then he would, he would take great care in pleasure in the task.
It smelled of her here, was she close?
“Misra,” he called, eyes shining in the dim light of the wood.
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