12-08-2025, 02:27 PM
She moves along the riverbank, silver hooves pressing into soft mud that smells faintly of rain and stone. The current whispers at her ankles, cold and deliberate, brushing against her skin in tiny, teasing pulses. Her patchwork coat glimmers faintly in the pale light, neon streaks of her mane catching every ripple of sunlight like sparks caught in fog. Her antennae quiver at each faint shift in the air, her elongated ears tilting toward every subtle splash, every soft rustle of reeds.
“Tumult?” The name slips softly from her lips, carried over the water like a secret she hopes he will catch. Lilies bloom slowly from her chest, petals trembling as though sensing her intent. Green foxfire curls around her legs, twirling with each careful step. The butterfly wings on her hindquarters shimmer faintly, fluttering with the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Her mind flickers back to the last time she had seen him, the weight of his presence, the pull she had not understood, the quiet tension that had made her chest ache in ways she could not name. She lets the memory brush against her now, a reminder of why she moves forward, why she calls.
The reeds shift in the gentle breeze, the river hissing against stones, and her antennae twitch at the faintest vibration. The pull in her chest strengthens, subtle but insistent, like a ship caught in a sudden storm, tugged toward something it cannot resist. Her heart beats steady, a warm coil of anticipation that dances beneath her skin, winding around the lilies, the foxfire, and the quiet hum of magic she has learned to trust.
@Tumult
This is bleh lol
“Tumult?” The name slips softly from her lips, carried over the water like a secret she hopes he will catch. Lilies bloom slowly from her chest, petals trembling as though sensing her intent. Green foxfire curls around her legs, twirling with each careful step. The butterfly wings on her hindquarters shimmer faintly, fluttering with the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Her mind flickers back to the last time she had seen him, the weight of his presence, the pull she had not understood, the quiet tension that had made her chest ache in ways she could not name. She lets the memory brush against her now, a reminder of why she moves forward, why she calls.
The reeds shift in the gentle breeze, the river hissing against stones, and her antennae twitch at the faintest vibration. The pull in her chest strengthens, subtle but insistent, like a ship caught in a sudden storm, tugged toward something it cannot resist. Her heart beats steady, a warm coil of anticipation that dances beneath her skin, winding around the lilies, the foxfire, and the quiet hum of magic she has learned to trust.
@Tumult
This is bleh lol