Ygritte
03-06-2021, 03:23 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
The eternal darkness chokes the vibrancy from Beqanna and it hurts her one good eye. This world has changed yet again in the wake of her absence. She has no one to blame but the puppeteers that’s pluck at her strings, moving her legs with jerking stokes, calluses hands should know better than play God amongst the mortals but still the foolish play with themselves and each other rather than use their lips to pray for their saturated souls.
Her skin has darkened to reflect a moonless sky. The snarls and rake of unseen claws echo through her skin and bounce around the smooth curve of her head. For the first in long, fear vibrates her bones. Ygritte knows no familiar faces despite the length of her stay in Beqanna. The world has rebuked their idleness and punished them for their greed once more...monsters lurk in the shadows just beyond the limit of her eye. With dark wings clutched to her sides securely, she heads to the meadow in hopes of some light.
We’re they cursed? Was she a fool to think she could return without her own dish of vengefulness? Her folly of pursing Kreios has all but consumed her but she is back now. A nameless face in the humming voices. She does not call out for attention of the wicked was just within earshot but instead she notices another close to her, nearly bumping into them. ”Hello...sorry about that.” A voice rich with age, womanly and harmonic (shocking her slightly) is offered between parted lips. She is desperate for conversation but must maintain her composure.
Something snags her tail and she jumps slightly, whipping her head and throwing a hoof more out of surprise than retort. This place was dangerous and she can only hope the other would not mind some company. Ygritte trembles despite her effort to calm her nerves. Her gift of eternal beauty and shivering betrays her age and she feels girlish and giddy. ’Get it together, woman.’ She chastised herself silently.
Her skin has darkened to reflect a moonless sky. The snarls and rake of unseen claws echo through her skin and bounce around the smooth curve of her head. For the first in long, fear vibrates her bones. Ygritte knows no familiar faces despite the length of her stay in Beqanna. The world has rebuked their idleness and punished them for their greed once more...monsters lurk in the shadows just beyond the limit of her eye. With dark wings clutched to her sides securely, she heads to the meadow in hopes of some light.
We’re they cursed? Was she a fool to think she could return without her own dish of vengefulness? Her folly of pursing Kreios has all but consumed her but she is back now. A nameless face in the humming voices. She does not call out for attention of the wicked was just within earshot but instead she notices another close to her, nearly bumping into them. ”Hello...sorry about that.” A voice rich with age, womanly and harmonic (shocking her slightly) is offered between parted lips. She is desperate for conversation but must maintain her composure.
Something snags her tail and she jumps slightly, whipping her head and throwing a hoof more out of surprise than retort. This place was dangerous and she can only hope the other would not mind some company. Ygritte trembles despite her effort to calm her nerves. Her gift of eternal beauty and shivering betrays her age and she feels girlish and giddy. ’Get it together, woman.’ She chastised herself silently.
Ygritte.
Ugh it’s choppy and I’m sorry whoever has the mercy to write with me.