04-15-2021, 10:23 PM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
Wishbone cannot shake the anger that clings to her. She had stood at the smooth earth where Svedka had disappeared, waiting for Beqanna (the underworld, rather) to spit back what it had taken from her. When she realized the sun would not bring her brother with it, her rage had sparked in her core. And there it simmers, a constant fire that turns her insides hot and drags the heat onto the tip of her tongue. It’s fierce anger, with a strength that reminds Wishbone of her days in the Afterlife.
She had worn a path into the Afterlife’s gray soil, pacing next to the line of Life and Death. This time, Wishbone can take her emotions out in much more realistic ways — she has already swum in the ocean until her body tires, ran through Tephra until her lungs screamed, considered the consequences of jumping from the volcano. Her conversation with Mazikeen had helped lessen the heat of her anger for a day, but the following day Wishbone wakes up just as restless as the day before.
So she leaves Tephra, traveling south to the common lands. And once she reaches the Forest, she plunges herself into its darkness. Wishbone knows there is less traffic in the Forest, and perhaps this will minimize the number of unsuspecting individuals that might receive her fury. The shadows feel cool against her skin, brushing the heat of anger off her purple flanks, and Wishbone momentarily closes her eyes at the sensation. At the sound of racing hooves, her glowing amber eyes fly open again.
It feels dangerous to race through the thick woods, and the pangare knows danger is precisely what she needs. Tossing her head, Wishbone pushes herself into a sprint, winding through the trees to reach the side of whoever was running nearby. The shadows make the stranger speckled, and they are moving so quickly that an entire world appears within the shadows on the backdrop of his skin. The sprint eats at a portion of her aggression, giving her something else to focus on. And Wishbone grits her teeth, matching the stranger’s strides and pushing her athleticism until he decides to slow down.
She had worn a path into the Afterlife’s gray soil, pacing next to the line of Life and Death. This time, Wishbone can take her emotions out in much more realistic ways — she has already swum in the ocean until her body tires, ran through Tephra until her lungs screamed, considered the consequences of jumping from the volcano. Her conversation with Mazikeen had helped lessen the heat of her anger for a day, but the following day Wishbone wakes up just as restless as the day before.
So she leaves Tephra, traveling south to the common lands. And once she reaches the Forest, she plunges herself into its darkness. Wishbone knows there is less traffic in the Forest, and perhaps this will minimize the number of unsuspecting individuals that might receive her fury. The shadows feel cool against her skin, brushing the heat of anger off her purple flanks, and Wishbone momentarily closes her eyes at the sensation. At the sound of racing hooves, her glowing amber eyes fly open again.
It feels dangerous to race through the thick woods, and the pangare knows danger is precisely what she needs. Tossing her head, Wishbone pushes herself into a sprint, winding through the trees to reach the side of whoever was running nearby. The shadows make the stranger speckled, and they are moving so quickly that an entire world appears within the shadows on the backdrop of his skin. The sprint eats at a portion of her aggression, giving her something else to focus on. And Wishbone grits her teeth, matching the stranger’s strides and pushing her athleticism until he decides to slow down.
@[firion]