No Appetite ~ aw
Age: VIISpecies: Equus
Gender: FemaleSpiritual Rank: Conceiver
Posts: 6 Stones: 101❂ Played by: Tasha
A wound; a mouth to their soul and bliss therein mine.
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Will I pass into nothingness,
feeling nothingness as well?
Am I immune to pain?
Am I immune to suffering?
Am I immune to happiness?
To emotion?
Would you call it strange that
I believe withering away
sounds ever so peaceful?


The peace was a lie. Each doting fragment of tranquility surrounding her made her skin itch uncomfortably, as though she were being tainted by the very air through which she slowly trekked, carefully making her way deeper into a region of the jungle where the florae were tinged with fervid cyan. This place's beauty affected her deeply, its unyielding shadow of doubt and darkness coupled with immaculate allure, something to which she indeed aspired, but now proceeded to explore with cold, frigid caution. 

There was poison everywhere; the cuts and bruises upon her slender, battered legs stung and were beginning to fester. Yet the longer she searched the more confused she became with this island's vegetative species, finding nothing resembling the herbal ingredients of her homeland. Water trickled gently in the distance, becoming at once a beacon unto her hearing, and before long she arrived at a gracious series of waterfalls, seemingly endless, acres of pristine, flowing water spouts. 

Slowly, with android patience and nonchalance regarding her ailments, Fesashka immersed her legs into one of the deepest nearby pools, praying the water was pure enough to not cause further agitation to the lacerations painting her limbs. Releasing a sigh into the air, she allowed herself to look heavenward, eyes peering into the bright, relentless sun through thickened silhouettes of exotically shaped leaves. 

Ever still, enveloped by the very beast of beauty and cruelty herself, Fesashka could only inwardly remark that she felt dead. If it weren't for that ember this island had planted within her, an ember that somehow refused to succumb to her endless dousing, she would have willingly ended her life long ago. 





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Narsïl
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This earth was a place of fixed seduction, never changing, constant in its falsehood allure. How many would fall beneath the waves of black waters, only to suffocate in its grasp, stolen away from the living by hands of haunting merfolk. Ugly cretins they were, eyes of bulbous illuminere, tails of scathing scales, tearing and serrated, the teeth of a shark. Their touch marked the bones and flesh of those foolish enough to dare the waters, for he had seen the sin of temptation thieve life from even the most gratis of spirits. Even here, surrounding the crying pools, the soil, lofty canopy, and avarice shadows laid their claim to the mind, festering in their grasp upon illusion and gluttony. It was a place, that if one let it, would keep you forever more, locked away in a cycle that never ended, until the famine leeched into what remained of your diminishing strength and left a husk in its wake. 

The air tantalized the throat with each inhale, sweltering and sultry, sweetened by the tangerines of that hung heavy on their gilded shafts. Deeper into the maze he would venture, falling, plummeting upon the path set before him, those fingers of desire lashing against his cardinal mantle in passing. Drawing him closer, yearning for his heat to fall upon them for but an hour. He ignored the symphony of the forest, intent in simpler purposes, obsidian lips cracked into a displeasured scowl. It had been many a passing phases since first his steps had claimed this trite earth, and yet, there was little in understanding to elude him to the ploy of their games. Passageways once known had shifted, sighing in devilry and fortitude given only those by living things. 

By and by he breached the veil, beguiled by the call of sweet poisoned waters. Bestowed that most exquisite of canvas, bewitched in magiks hark that of the heavens above, only soiled by the presence of a living mortal within. Trapped in the spiral she was, the lantern light swaying amongst her thighs with each steadfast stride, Narsïl bestowed her with mercury injections. This woman of equine blood, her scent etched deep with iron and suppressed fatigue, there had always been an intrigue when glimpsing these elusive beings. Odd they were, born from another gods hand, or, by another desire. Yet all the same of this world. To possess the mind to kill, yet incapable of consumption. Heathens. His chin caressed his chest as he strode forward, taking up the path with the sighs of his feathers upon the ground. Sweet touch made barren by his own careful silence. "You sully the waters with you affliction."

"Speech."



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Age: VIISpecies: Equus
Gender: FemaleSpiritual Rank: Conceiver
Posts: 6 Stones: 101❂ Played by: Tasha
A wound; a mouth to their soul and bliss therein mine.
#3

She was lost in thought, pale, dull images sifting across the sight of her inner eye as they pass with and without judgment, with and without consideration. The waters continued to soothe her wounds which were already slowly closing at coming across with the oxygen-rich water. S

he was about so emerge before coming nearly face to face with a canine beast. His features were beyond stunning, the rich scarlet hues thereupon his pelt dancing betwixt large, knifelike feathers. Reptilian talons gripped the earth beneath him as he regarded her with mere arrogance.

“You sully the water with your affliction.”

The words inserted themselves into her ears, and passed without the sting of adversity to her allegedly existing pride. Somehow compelled by the presence in her proximity, she did finally emerge from the sultry, trickling reflective pool, poising herself before his midst in a casing of cold, frigid indifference.

“That's a shame.” Fesashka replied, monotony dripping from her exotic accent with a thickness that dragged each word back down into the depths as soon as they surfaced. 

She stretched her whip-cord tail far behind her, positioning it in a defensive gesture. Though no emotion coursed through her consciousness, she prepared herself for the conflict that would surely follow his combative introduction. 

“Will you avenge these pools, then?”





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