☼ s e r a p h i n a ☼
when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
She noted the curling of his lips and the narrowing of his eyes, but she offered him no reaction in response – her gaze was as cold and apathetic as it was upon her arrival. Seraphina’s demeanor was hardly intentional, and she often wished that she could appear softer, or kinder, or, at the very least, easier to tolerate…but she was harsh and wary and often unforgiving, and those traits were often required to simply survive in Solterra, much less to thrive within its sand-swept domain. Besides, the Day Court was full of quick tempers; she would have to be far more naïve for the signs of one to get under her skin. Before he could actually say anything, she spoke, and he replied easily enough, his tone admirably calm.
To be fair, she hadn’t intended to offend him – but it seemed to happen naturally for her.
“A pleasure to meet you, Toro,” she replied, with the dull intonation of formality. Though brusque, she was rarely anything if not polite. El Toro. It was a foreign name, and her tongue slid over the syllables thoughtfully. “Where are you from?” She questions further, a look of faint interest drifting across her otherwise monotonous features. Seraphina always enjoyed – as much as she could enjoy anything – hearing about foreign lands; she had never left Novus, and she had spent very little time outside of her court. She was, at heart, something of a scholar, even if her warrior’s build would indicate otherwise.
At his question, the dark tips of her ears pricked towards him, and she offers a hint of a confirming nod. “Yes, Solterra…I have been here for my entire life. Would you like me to guide you back to the court?” He was certainly lost, she thought, and apt to die of a heat stroke if he kept wandering; she was more than versed in the art of guiding lost strangers back to the walls of the court besides. The sands, though monotonous and treacherous to those who were unfamiliar with them, were familiar as a second skin to those who knew them well.
Just beyond him, she noted a strange shift of motion in the sand – the particles drifted, and, at first she might have thought it the wind, were it not for the snaking quality of their movement. Her stomach dropped, and her muscles, abruptly, tensed. Of course. That would be their luck, wouldn’t it? Her eyes narrow, and she stills-
“Don’t move,” she hisses, under her breath. “Whatever you do - don’t move.”
Behind him, a massive, snakelike head emerges from the dunes, dripping trails of sand like water; it lets out a low, threatening hiss, blinking in the sudden brightness. It looks around confusedly, but it doesn’t seem to see them - yet. Seraphina notes, with a hint of relief, that it is not so massive as it could be…twelve or thirteen feet long at the largest, she imagines. However, it’s still a gamble to provoke, and she has no desire to earn its ire – though she’s not sure that she will have a choice in the matter.
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tags | @El Toro
notes | snek intensifies
when the fires are consuming you
and your sacred stars won't be guiding you
She noted the curling of his lips and the narrowing of his eyes, but she offered him no reaction in response – her gaze was as cold and apathetic as it was upon her arrival. Seraphina’s demeanor was hardly intentional, and she often wished that she could appear softer, or kinder, or, at the very least, easier to tolerate…but she was harsh and wary and often unforgiving, and those traits were often required to simply survive in Solterra, much less to thrive within its sand-swept domain. Besides, the Day Court was full of quick tempers; she would have to be far more naïve for the signs of one to get under her skin. Before he could actually say anything, she spoke, and he replied easily enough, his tone admirably calm.
To be fair, she hadn’t intended to offend him – but it seemed to happen naturally for her.
“A pleasure to meet you, Toro,” she replied, with the dull intonation of formality. Though brusque, she was rarely anything if not polite. El Toro. It was a foreign name, and her tongue slid over the syllables thoughtfully. “Where are you from?” She questions further, a look of faint interest drifting across her otherwise monotonous features. Seraphina always enjoyed – as much as she could enjoy anything – hearing about foreign lands; she had never left Novus, and she had spent very little time outside of her court. She was, at heart, something of a scholar, even if her warrior’s build would indicate otherwise.
At his question, the dark tips of her ears pricked towards him, and she offers a hint of a confirming nod. “Yes, Solterra…I have been here for my entire life. Would you like me to guide you back to the court?” He was certainly lost, she thought, and apt to die of a heat stroke if he kept wandering; she was more than versed in the art of guiding lost strangers back to the walls of the court besides. The sands, though monotonous and treacherous to those who were unfamiliar with them, were familiar as a second skin to those who knew them well.
Just beyond him, she noted a strange shift of motion in the sand – the particles drifted, and, at first she might have thought it the wind, were it not for the snaking quality of their movement. Her stomach dropped, and her muscles, abruptly, tensed. Of course. That would be their luck, wouldn’t it? Her eyes narrow, and she stills-
“Don’t move,” she hisses, under her breath. “Whatever you do - don’t move.”
Behind him, a massive, snakelike head emerges from the dunes, dripping trails of sand like water; it lets out a low, threatening hiss, blinking in the sudden brightness. It looks around confusedly, but it doesn’t seem to see them - yet. Seraphina notes, with a hint of relief, that it is not so massive as it could be…twelve or thirteen feet long at the largest, she imagines. However, it’s still a gamble to provoke, and she has no desire to earn its ire – though she’s not sure that she will have a choice in the matter.
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tags | @El Toro
notes | snek intensifies
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
