This keening soul;
There was no hope to be found in bones or blood. There was no joy to be found in the silence that followed the cacophonous roar.
All of Novus was silent. No part of it dared stir. They each moved with trepidation, for what may come out of the silence. Was this the calm before a storm? Was some great monster rising from the darkness?
Leto steps upon the slick obsidian glass. She stands above the sea that shimmers and shines beneath the new sunlight. Proud, bold, defiant she moves across he bridge. Each fall of her feet is a clip of an echoing song. All of the bridge resounds with it. It is a song to join with the peeling of the bells hanging from her mane. It is a song enough to join the percussion of bones that beat beside her throat.
Even as water sprays up her limbs, thrown to her by tentacles that wrap about the pillars of the bridge. Around pearl bone she steps and wonders what more secrets the ocean hides. How many bones of pearls and seaweed lie deep beneath the blue, blue waves?
What threat is this new bridge to Terrastella? What horrors may come thundering across it to claim Novus for its own? They have no gods to keep them safe. Even the bones have laughed at their lone fight.
A creature breaches close, close to the bridge and a tentacle reaches across the boards toward her foot. Oh she lowers the sharp horn of her bone mask, angling it at the creature with a low hiss between her teeth. Yet she does not hurry, not even as the tentacle slowly recedes, slipping back into the water in fire and red.
Eventually she reaches the wall of ivy, thick and tall. All light is dim here, the ivy swallowing even the sunlight. Berries throb and beg her to taste them. Slowly her muzzle reaches out and oh, is that blood? Is that flesh upon its ripe stem? With a huff she steps back, back, her mouth pulling back over her teeth with a warning snarl.
| "speaks" | notes: loooooong
STAFF EDIT***
@Leto has rolled a 5, and has been awarded +140 signos!
