rise and rise again until lambs become lions
Blink, blink, blink
She strains her eyes to peer into the surrounding darkness, wondering where she is, why she is there. A shiver racks her small frame and it is uncertain whether she shakes because she is cold, or because she is afraid. Only now does she realize she is alone, that's she's been laying in the ash covered grass by herself.
Another quick movement catches her peripheral, sending her to her feet in a quick sweeping motion. Her thin limbs tremble as she adjusts to the awkward position of standing, something she's never done before. So far she isn't sure if it hurts or if the new stance is just uncomfortable to her weak appendages.
Soot covers her, racing up her legs, spreading across her stomach and up her hips to her rear. The embers slowly burn out but she doesn't notice any heat emanating from the tender coals. What Issa does notice is the man standing before her, appearing from the shadows almost too abruptly. Her back left leg juts out as she fumbles backing, the maneuver almost sending her tumbling. Instead of falling, she stands with her legs awkwardly slanting out much to wide to be enjoyable.
"I- I think so. Who are you?" Her answer is accompanied by wide nostrils and eyes, unsure of who this stranger is or why he is there. For a moment a trail of flame flickers along her spine before it quietly melts back inward from whence it came.
"Where's momma? Where am I?" She asks wondering just how she had gotten here, and where exactly the familiar scent of her Mother had disappeared to.
She strains her eyes to peer into the surrounding darkness, wondering where she is, why she is there. A shiver racks her small frame and it is uncertain whether she shakes because she is cold, or because she is afraid. Only now does she realize she is alone, that's she's been laying in the ash covered grass by herself.
Another quick movement catches her peripheral, sending her to her feet in a quick sweeping motion. Her thin limbs tremble as she adjusts to the awkward position of standing, something she's never done before. So far she isn't sure if it hurts or if the new stance is just uncomfortable to her weak appendages.
Soot covers her, racing up her legs, spreading across her stomach and up her hips to her rear. The embers slowly burn out but she doesn't notice any heat emanating from the tender coals. What Issa does notice is the man standing before her, appearing from the shadows almost too abruptly. Her back left leg juts out as she fumbles backing, the maneuver almost sending her tumbling. Instead of falling, she stands with her legs awkwardly slanting out much to wide to be enjoyable.
"I- I think so. Who are you?" Her answer is accompanied by wide nostrils and eyes, unsure of who this stranger is or why he is there. For a moment a trail of flame flickers along her spine before it quietly melts back inward from whence it came.
"Where's momma? Where am I?" She asks wondering just how she had gotten here, and where exactly the familiar scent of her Mother had disappeared to.
Issa
Phoenix shifting daughter of Flamevein and Bitch