09-15-2015, 04:25 PM
What Is An Ocean But A Multitude Of Drops
It’s a good thing he’s not looking for love, because that’s not what Astri is out here looking for either. The Chamber doesn’t need love - nor does it thrive on it. It beats to the sound of chaos, of blood. She knows this, so well in fact that she’s been seeking it out as earnestly as she can. But Astri is missing something, a special sort of hate in her heart. It’s this complete lack of emotion that keeps her from becoming something more than she has ever been. She needs someone to show her, to guide her. And that’s why she’s in the meadow today.
The weather is agreeable, summer at her best. Her son, growing at an alarming yet satisfying rate, is off somewhere developing himself in ways that Astri cannot teach him. Kraz, however, is only a flicker of a thought in her mind. The real reason behind her journey here pushes to the forefront of her thoughts, urging her to wander deeper into the crowd. There are some that look promising, others who are completely off mark. She cannot settle on a single creature because she’s not even sure she knows what she’s looking for.
And then, she sees him.
An outlying variable, waiting for something, or someone, just on the edge of the meadow. He’s dark, even with the sun crowding around him. Totally motionless as if he were seeking out prey. Astri smirks and weaves through the crowd, her purpose suddenly clear. “Insects. All of them.” She calls out when she draws near. She stops in front of him, mismatching eyes peering up to the dark stallion with awe. He was perfect. “I know a place where the very earth lives for destruction. Tell me, does that interest you?”
Her neck curves, gaze directed over her shoulder to the rest that linger behind them. Perhaps she was wrong - perhaps he was just like the rest of them. Weak. Thoughtless. Puny. She turns back to the stallion and glances over him again, liking what she sees. No - he was not like the others. Not at all.
The weather is agreeable, summer at her best. Her son, growing at an alarming yet satisfying rate, is off somewhere developing himself in ways that Astri cannot teach him. Kraz, however, is only a flicker of a thought in her mind. The real reason behind her journey here pushes to the forefront of her thoughts, urging her to wander deeper into the crowd. There are some that look promising, others who are completely off mark. She cannot settle on a single creature because she’s not even sure she knows what she’s looking for.
And then, she sees him.
An outlying variable, waiting for something, or someone, just on the edge of the meadow. He’s dark, even with the sun crowding around him. Totally motionless as if he were seeking out prey. Astri smirks and weaves through the crowd, her purpose suddenly clear. “Insects. All of them.” She calls out when she draws near. She stops in front of him, mismatching eyes peering up to the dark stallion with awe. He was perfect. “I know a place where the very earth lives for destruction. Tell me, does that interest you?”
Her neck curves, gaze directed over her shoulder to the rest that linger behind them. Perhaps she was wrong - perhaps he was just like the rest of them. Weak. Thoughtless. Puny. She turns back to the stallion and glances over him again, liking what she sees. No - he was not like the others. Not at all.
astri
yule x astrah