LET ME SHOW YOU
what you've been missing
The peak of Veneror still throws them off , still instills a sense of worry deep down in their black bones . This is a place that they don't belong , the voice in their head tells them . They had thrown off the mantle they had been gifted , and had shamed themselves , even if it had been for a reason that they could not control . It's still the fact they had left without a word .
As they think on it , their head tucks a little more underneath of their cloak , as if they can hide under the starry cloak they carry with them everywhere . Every movement seems slowed , the constant low gravity bubble something that's stuck with them , a personal little vacuum that eases their wings . As slender as they are , they're still a massive being , large , and their joints had begun to ache over the centuries and centuries . But this newfound magic baffles them , yet they do not complain about it . They find it a way to ease their little pains , even if they do not see how it makes them seem so much eerier .
As if they needed to look that much more eerie to begin with . Now they simply seem as if they're suspended in space , slowly drifting , tail moving slowly , wings ruffling just as lazily , feathers giving small twitches as the ooze of glittering blue slips from their eye sockets and drips past golden fangs and into the grounds of the holy mountain .
Cicatrix shifts their weight , cloven hooves digging a little as their wings tuck in tight against their sides , and they fight with themselves internally . This is not the first time they've come back to the Peak . The first time they've been drawn back to Caligo and her statue , wanting to whisper forgiveness at her feet and beg for some mercy at what they had done . To lay themselves open , and all their years of living . To let her do what she wished to them , and to take it .
After all , they deserved it .
Under the cloak , their ears swivel , and a breath is taken , head turning a little as they glance , trying to find a source .
" ... hello ? " Has she found them , instead ?
As they think on it , their head tucks a little more underneath of their cloak , as if they can hide under the starry cloak they carry with them everywhere . Every movement seems slowed , the constant low gravity bubble something that's stuck with them , a personal little vacuum that eases their wings . As slender as they are , they're still a massive being , large , and their joints had begun to ache over the centuries and centuries . But this newfound magic baffles them , yet they do not complain about it . They find it a way to ease their little pains , even if they do not see how it makes them seem so much eerier .
As if they needed to look that much more eerie to begin with . Now they simply seem as if they're suspended in space , slowly drifting , tail moving slowly , wings ruffling just as lazily , feathers giving small twitches as the ooze of glittering blue slips from their eye sockets and drips past golden fangs and into the grounds of the holy mountain .
Cicatrix shifts their weight , cloven hooves digging a little as their wings tuck in tight against their sides , and they fight with themselves internally . This is not the first time they've come back to the Peak . The first time they've been drawn back to Caligo and her statue , wanting to whisper forgiveness at her feet and beg for some mercy at what they had done . To lay themselves open , and all their years of living . To let her do what she wished to them , and to take it .
After all , they deserved it .
Under the cloak , their ears swivel , and a breath is taken , head turning a little as they glance , trying to find a source .
" ... hello ? " Has she found them , instead ?
@Tristan
this started off for Som but then it moved over to Tristan sdkfslkdf
