01-03-2021, 07:18 PM
Lorne is a quiet creature, given to lurking. That was the sort of thing that her mother had approved of, a quiet child that left her alone, that didn't demand her attention - though, that wasn't quite true, was it? Lorne was a child that couldn't demand her mother's attention. The black mare could steal away the girl's voice as easy as blinking and no manner of screaming would bring it back until she was so far away that those oh-so-maternal ears wouldn't twitch no matter how loudly the little snakeling cried. So she stopped crying.
She is not the first venomous child to swallow her own poison as if the bitterness of it will heal her.
Her black tongue bears the scars of her own teeth, but you won't notice them, even when she tastes the chilled air. Winter is her least favorite season, and this is the worst she has ever known. It's also only the second that she has known, and although the first one was dark, she's pretty sure she remembers seeing the sun sometimes. She remembers the way it looked when the snow sparkled like diamond dust day and night, and that it was beautiful and fascinating, even though the frozen air could steal your breath away. Now it is dark, just dark.
Lorne makes do better than some, but the cold air makes her sluggish, so when the little beaked thing comes to pick and peck at the scrubby berry bush she's been napping under, she only retracts a little more into the shadows with a soft hisssss.
She is not the first venomous child to swallow her own poison as if the bitterness of it will heal her.
Her black tongue bears the scars of her own teeth, but you won't notice them, even when she tastes the chilled air. Winter is her least favorite season, and this is the worst she has ever known. It's also only the second that she has known, and although the first one was dark, she's pretty sure she remembers seeing the sun sometimes. She remembers the way it looked when the snow sparkled like diamond dust day and night, and that it was beautiful and fascinating, even though the frozen air could steal your breath away. Now it is dark, just dark.
Lorne makes do better than some, but the cold air makes her sluggish, so when the little beaked thing comes to pick and peck at the scrubby berry bush she's been napping under, she only retracts a little more into the shadows with a soft hisssss.
Lorne
@[phobia]
@[The Monsters] roll for Lorne's coral snake shifting!
@[The Monsters] roll for Lorne's coral snake shifting!