08-15-2016, 07:16 PM
the cure for anything is salt water:
sweat, tears or the sea
sweat, tears or the sea
The birds have silenced since the dark male had shown up. As if they feared him, despised him.
The air seemed thinned, the silence of the forest deafening as she moved. Only the soft thud of her black nails echoed against the tree trunks. All around her she looks, being mindful of the Valley and learnng it's secrets and hidden passages. Seastory bends and moves against the land. Slender limbs lift and fall as the dark strands of her hair catch and lift in the humid breeze.
She had not meant to happen upon him...the warring beast. The bird. The horse. He was not there moments ago but now was solid and feathered as he stands in her path. The mare slows to an easy halt as she looks over Gunsynd. She recalls the voice of Eight in her head. The silver tongued, hungry eyed stallion of yesteryear. Lobes flick and sew against the finely carved skull, snorting and eyeing him suspiciously as he makes the comment to himself but intended for her ears. Nostrils widen as she balks slightly in her place, fore limbs lifting slightly from the earth where she stood.
"I came because my family is here...my sister, Topsail." Seastory musters her courage to speak such words to the slithering creature though her heart leaps in her chest and her stomach churns uneasily as he nears. "And you, what could possibly be your reason to return to a place having long forgotten about you?" Never before has she cut with her tongue but the dark stallion harbors ugly intentions and the words slip easily from between the velvet of her lips as she watches cautiously from beneath the thick ebony of her forelock.
The air seemed thinned, the silence of the forest deafening as she moved. Only the soft thud of her black nails echoed against the tree trunks. All around her she looks, being mindful of the Valley and learnng it's secrets and hidden passages. Seastory bends and moves against the land. Slender limbs lift and fall as the dark strands of her hair catch and lift in the humid breeze.
She had not meant to happen upon him...the warring beast. The bird. The horse. He was not there moments ago but now was solid and feathered as he stands in her path. The mare slows to an easy halt as she looks over Gunsynd. She recalls the voice of Eight in her head. The silver tongued, hungry eyed stallion of yesteryear. Lobes flick and sew against the finely carved skull, snorting and eyeing him suspiciously as he makes the comment to himself but intended for her ears. Nostrils widen as she balks slightly in her place, fore limbs lifting slightly from the earth where she stood.
"I came because my family is here...my sister, Topsail." Seastory musters her courage to speak such words to the slithering creature though her heart leaps in her chest and her stomach churns uneasily as he nears. "And you, what could possibly be your reason to return to a place having long forgotten about you?" Never before has she cut with her tongue but the dark stallion harbors ugly intentions and the words slip easily from between the velvet of her lips as she watches cautiously from beneath the thick ebony of her forelock.
Seastory
