the stars melt like sugar
The Steppe is a necropolis.
A graveyard for her bruised memories.
The grass underfoot feeds from old and rotting blood, spilt long ago by sharp teeth and sharper swords. Sabine does not hate many things in this world, but she swears by the all stars coughing in the sky that she hates this land. It keeps the bones of young men and steals the hope from gold-plated knights; crush -- crunch -- crumble.
Sabine does not see the honour in war; she does not uphold the ancient right of The Tooth and The Nail. For what use is glory when love is butchered into cuts of rib-eye, rump and sirloin? She has seen the truth of this black earth and it comes knocking, Victorian and wicked, as soon as she steps foot upon the country.
You should not be here.
But there is something hanging over the trees that she cannot ignore. It swings like a noose waiting for a neck. And though the kicking of her heart tells her to turn back, Sabi finds that she cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. Like a lamb among lions she gambols forward, fearful and fierce all at once, and reaches further into the grisly satchel of this dark, dangerous realm.
She is slick with sweat by the time the magic touches her gaze.
There are spells in the air and bolts of lightning in the soil; the shadows of men, women and children melt into nullity as the flowers arrest her heart.
It is all she can do to keep her anguish from foaming up at her mouth as she stares and stares and --
turns.
The girl with horns cut from glass disappears in a flicker of shifting light. Gone as soon as she came.
She couldn't do it, not again, not so soon after Acton had stood before her eyes as though he had not been dead for three moons.
"Speaking"
A graveyard for her bruised memories.
The grass underfoot feeds from old and rotting blood, spilt long ago by sharp teeth and sharper swords. Sabine does not hate many things in this world, but she swears by the all stars coughing in the sky that she hates this land. It keeps the bones of young men and steals the hope from gold-plated knights; crush -- crunch -- crumble.
Sabine does not see the honour in war; she does not uphold the ancient right of The Tooth and The Nail. For what use is glory when love is butchered into cuts of rib-eye, rump and sirloin? She has seen the truth of this black earth and it comes knocking, Victorian and wicked, as soon as she steps foot upon the country.
You should not be here.
But there is something hanging over the trees that she cannot ignore. It swings like a noose waiting for a neck. And though the kicking of her heart tells her to turn back, Sabi finds that she cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. Like a lamb among lions she gambols forward, fearful and fierce all at once, and reaches further into the grisly satchel of this dark, dangerous realm.
She is slick with sweat by the time the magic touches her gaze.
There are spells in the air and bolts of lightning in the soil; the shadows of men, women and children melt into nullity as the flowers arrest her heart.
It is all she can do to keep her anguish from foaming up at her mouth as she stares and stares and --
turns.
The girl with horns cut from glass disappears in a flicker of shifting light. Gone as soon as she came.
She couldn't do it, not again, not so soon after Acton had stood before her eyes as though he had not been dead for three moons.
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@Random Events
***STAFF EDIT
@Sabinehas rolled a 3! Perhaps she has decided to pick a flower to take home with her; however, bad luck will dog her heels for the next 1 RL month (half an IC season). You can decide what the details of his bad luck entail, pm @nestle or @sid if you want ideas!
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