Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
You fucked it friend, it's on it's head, it struck the street...
She loses herself, if only for a moment. Her heart ached with the Earth-Mother. So much destruction, so much devastation. An entire land, gone. Trees, plants, animals, all were her brothers and sisters, all born of the Earth-Mother, like herself. They had all been wiped out. Jah-Lilah is in mourning. It had been so long since she'd seen such malice, but she knew it was coming. She had felt it in her bones, the faeries were cooking something up. None of them had been ready, herself included. She remembers Taiga as it had stood, engrave the picture in her mind. Her reverie is interrupted as a new scent wafts into her nose.
His steps are light, quiet as he creeps along the beach, though she detects no ill-will in his presence. She isn't worried anyways, her electricity protects her, and the whole ocean is a beautiful conductor. She allows him to approach her, watching the rusty male from the corner of an emerald eye. She has seen him before, normally with a youngling who doesn't belong to him in tow. He is alone this chilly evening. He wears scars from a time long ago, but still scars nonetheless. He speaks to her, a soft but strong greeting. My little flower child turns her head to him, ears perked and nostrils flaring. She blows a time or two, then nickers a greeting in return. She bobs her head, blinking slowly at him. The red singer does not beckon him closer, but she doesn't shun him away either. She's not sure what she wants anymore. She wuffs at him, a sound barely audible, then turns her gaze back to the ever-changing sea.
...You're in Milwaukee, off your feet.
She loses herself, if only for a moment. Her heart ached with the Earth-Mother. So much destruction, so much devastation. An entire land, gone. Trees, plants, animals, all were her brothers and sisters, all born of the Earth-Mother, like herself. They had all been wiped out. Jah-Lilah is in mourning. It had been so long since she'd seen such malice, but she knew it was coming. She had felt it in her bones, the faeries were cooking something up. None of them had been ready, herself included. She remembers Taiga as it had stood, engrave the picture in her mind. Her reverie is interrupted as a new scent wafts into her nose.
His steps are light, quiet as he creeps along the beach, though she detects no ill-will in his presence. She isn't worried anyways, her electricity protects her, and the whole ocean is a beautiful conductor. She allows him to approach her, watching the rusty male from the corner of an emerald eye. She has seen him before, normally with a youngling who doesn't belong to him in tow. He is alone this chilly evening. He wears scars from a time long ago, but still scars nonetheless. He speaks to her, a soft but strong greeting. My little flower child turns her head to him, ears perked and nostrils flaring. She blows a time or two, then nickers a greeting in return. She bobs her head, blinking slowly at him. The red singer does not beckon him closer, but she doesn't shun him away either. She's not sure what she wants anymore. She wuffs at him, a sound barely audible, then turns her gaze back to the ever-changing sea.
...You're in Milwaukee, off your feet.
@[Diable Rouge]