12-23-2017, 12:00 PM
Amidst the mists and coldest frosts
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts
he thrusts his fists against the posts
and still insists he sees the ghosts
The haze is still linger on the edges of her vision and she is not certain she is awake or dreaming. Life had expanded and imploded all at one and her body is aching in a way that she had not thought possible. Could once simply die from pain alone? The painted woman muses the thought sourly, wincing as her healing legs scream at her in protest to moving...perhaps it would be best to just lay down and die...to let her body crumple into the earth and tiny purple flowers to sprout in the empty sockets of her skull.
"Hello Nikoline-" She turns her head quickly at the mention of her name. Deep green-gold of her eyes almost miss the creature who speaks her name. Niko tilts her head as she wonders if this was the truly dramatic ending of her existence, "I trust you slept well. Welcome to Taiga." Nikoline can feel her eyes expand wide as she realizes she is not dead and she is in fact in Taiga...real Taiga...not a supernatural plane. "Thank you" Her voice is nearly a whisper with the combination of thirst and rasp from her ordeal. The pained mare lowers her eyes to look upon the claws that extends from the horned animal's feet.
"How do you know my name?" She asks flatly as she lifts her autumn eyes to the animal. A sullen weight lays in the pit of her belly, her legs shifting in the spongy floor of moss that curls around her hooves. She does not notice the creeping flora for her attention is to the hybrid creature, cautious and guarded, but not threatening.
"Hello Nikoline-" She turns her head quickly at the mention of her name. Deep green-gold of her eyes almost miss the creature who speaks her name. Niko tilts her head as she wonders if this was the truly dramatic ending of her existence, "I trust you slept well. Welcome to Taiga." Nikoline can feel her eyes expand wide as she realizes she is not dead and she is in fact in Taiga...real Taiga...not a supernatural plane. "Thank you" Her voice is nearly a whisper with the combination of thirst and rasp from her ordeal. The pained mare lowers her eyes to look upon the claws that extends from the horned animal's feet.
"How do you know my name?" She asks flatly as she lifts her autumn eyes to the animal. A sullen weight lays in the pit of her belly, her legs shifting in the spongy floor of moss that curls around her hooves. She does not notice the creeping flora for her attention is to the hybrid creature, cautious and guarded, but not threatening.
nikoline
barret x syntyche