hot blood in these veins, my pleasure is their pain - litotes

[Jackel]

Something moved.

The Specter maybe? No. No, no, no, nay. Not the Specter.  Where there would be deceitful white against the forever dark, that would be him.  But he is not this; this something that feathers my borders, searching and gazing and just being.  Someone. Not something, it is someone.  Maybe.  That’s to be determined yet I guess.  

Where is that ghost of mine? My phantom that is real and nonexistenrt at the same time.  My phantom of me and the Brush.  But that is a tale not widely known—how my Specter came to be.  That is of the past and the before.  Another day then.

It is a someone; I know for certain now.

Like my haunt seemingly appears out of the thin wind in front of me, I am revealed to this other.  Slowly at first, as the pink of my legs bleed into the bright gold of my delicate body, I show myself to it.  To him.  With the words and voices and and mumbling, I’m not sure where I end and his whispers begin.  But I will know soon, why my giants revealed him now.  I’ve been gone a time from this land of sparse severity, but here I am now.

”Hellooooo,” Haide croons slowly, deliberately with near painful annunciation. And a smile I offer, docile for my taste, but a smile all the same.

I am new, I am the same.

@[litotes] basically she was invisible and slowly revealed herself to him

[litotes]

Brunhilde had just run off to return to Hyaline, offering the secrets of the East she eavesdrops on. In a rare calm moment, Litotes finds himself feeling grateful that his captivity in Loess has not completely ruined his relationship with his daughter. Perhaps allowing her to run between the lands so casually is poor parenting, but the cremello is young and misses his family. Besides, he will be crushed if he loses both his child and Kensa.

Rune and Khal escort Hildy, but the sand cat remains when the girl and her companion disappear into the brush. She locks onto his gaze for a moment too long before speaking.

You should be ashamed of yourself, she says quietly, the fire being replaced by disappointment. The feline then turns tail and sprints after the retreating two.

Instead of processing his actions toward Kensa - and his rapidly growing infidelity - the stallion represses the shame and fear that wells in the back of his throat. One day he will explode; whether it be a calculated action or another loved one in pain, he will lose himself.

Before returning to his lion form (which he typically does directly after his meetings with Brun), a figure slowly appears out of thin air. Initially, he startles; but he finds he is able to relax as he realizes the tantalizing “helloooo” was uttered by a pretty mare.

“Hellooooo,” he mimics in a sultry baritone. “Pretty flowers,” he murmurs while closing the distance between them. “Were you watching all of that? Awfully rude to not say hello to my daughter.” Here he smiles, flashing the sharp canines in his mouth that almost always stay shifted.

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@[Jackel]