04-24-2020, 07:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-24-2020, 07:58 PM by Neverwhere.)
Hey all you cool cats and kittens
The storm is wicked and wild and it is no time to be out, yet she is tracing the edge of the kingdom searching for a scent she knows, one that smells of sulphur and smoke and flames, that comes with a memory of Nerine on fire, of violence and a strange child-like fascination with her ears. Those ears flicker at the memory - back, forward, back again, hiding themselves in the snaking waves of her mane. She cannot find him by scent alone, she cannot seem to find him by scent at all.
Earlier that day, Lilliana had gone hunting in a tiff, searching for something to soothe her angst over life not being the wistful dream she had thought it would be. The sympathy that might curl softly in Neverwhere's breast is burnt away by the anger it finds there instead, jerks back and cowers as she navigates the dark, moonless night. The wind is howling now in her ears and if she knew anything of Lilli's fanciful stories, she might think twice before stepping out into it, but she is intent on finding Ghaul immediately and sending him home - back to Pangea and away from Nerine where he does not want to be, and which has no need of him.
The fact that Lilli will almost surely still be forced to serve her penance forms a snarl onto her scarred lips, but perhaps that - perhaps something - will teach the crimson mare a lesson at last about thinking before leaping.
You never think Lilli.
Did bringing Ghaul here stop his challenge? Has it protected Taiga or Nerine? Has it protected her children in any way? Nothing has changed except the enmity between the kingdoms grows. She is growing lost in her thoughts and careless of her steps when the hail begins, balls of ice shattering through her temper and bringing her back to the world she stopped watching with bruising blows. She stops and blinks into the worsening storm, finds Ghaul striding out from the trees. She snorts - finally - and changes her path to cut him off.
"Ghaul!" She has to nearly shout to be heard above the wind and thunder of the late autumn storm, "Ghaul, go home. Lilli should not have brought you here again."
In the middle of the storm, he doesn't smell of smoke at all.
Earlier that day, Lilliana had gone hunting in a tiff, searching for something to soothe her angst over life not being the wistful dream she had thought it would be. The sympathy that might curl softly in Neverwhere's breast is burnt away by the anger it finds there instead, jerks back and cowers as she navigates the dark, moonless night. The wind is howling now in her ears and if she knew anything of Lilli's fanciful stories, she might think twice before stepping out into it, but she is intent on finding Ghaul immediately and sending him home - back to Pangea and away from Nerine where he does not want to be, and which has no need of him.
The fact that Lilli will almost surely still be forced to serve her penance forms a snarl onto her scarred lips, but perhaps that - perhaps something - will teach the crimson mare a lesson at last about thinking before leaping.
You never think Lilli.
Did bringing Ghaul here stop his challenge? Has it protected Taiga or Nerine? Has it protected her children in any way? Nothing has changed except the enmity between the kingdoms grows. She is growing lost in her thoughts and careless of her steps when the hail begins, balls of ice shattering through her temper and bringing her back to the world she stopped watching with bruising blows. She stops and blinks into the worsening storm, finds Ghaul striding out from the trees. She snorts - finally - and changes her path to cut him off.
"Ghaul!" She has to nearly shout to be heard above the wind and thunder of the late autumn storm, "Ghaul, go home. Lilli should not have brought you here again."
In the middle of the storm, he doesn't smell of smoke at all.
That bitch, Neverwhere
@[Wolfbane]
