she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Inferi berthed comparable to a knave at Maerys' flank, stream droplets spattering onto her already saturated side as she rallied in confusion to confront the newcomer. There was no trace of charity on Inferi's face; it was only conniving flirtatiousness laced with an undercurrent of something abhorrently corrosive. Adrenaline inundated the pale girl's blood like heroin; undeviatingly into the circulatory system at full pelt. Her heart hammered and pounded like a ritornelle of clattering drums in her chest as her sights ranged wide. Her limbs quivered with anticipation as her muscles grew tense with intuition and apprehension - fight or flight?
Her heart longed to secure weaponry - defend yourself, it screeched - but instead, she kept precisely where she was, trying to quell the sudden hammering in her breast.
The mare was so varied from Maerys - locks so deep against a profile so porcelain and a body so ebony. The chaos and the contrast only served to make her all the more ghostly all the more haunting. In even the pale somber light of a tempest, the youth with silvery locks a thousand shades of moonlight and sterling, was lovely yet still... she was homely in comparison to her company who governed and controlled through both temptation and alarm (as she was now). When Maerys ultimately established eye contact with the stranger, she recognized that her eyes were the tone of delphiniums in the heartiest of sunlight, glaciers capable of fire. And so she is valued and pitied in similar servings, sought and renounced, feared and admired.
When Inferi articulated, alarm once again seized at Maerys' jugular like a famished stray. That timbre... it told her limbs to go cold, her abdomen to lurch, and her heart to throb. Her smile was more of a sneer - it illuminated her features in a wicked sort of way. There was no genuine affection in the exchange and Maerys soundlessly knew that such a thing would not come from today's meeting.
It did not matter if she was a baby that was left to cry or a mean spirit no love could fix for she exuded a variety of acid that Maerys would never allow to be justified.
The rain poured down Maerys' face as the stranger reached her winged appendage like a cryptic hand towards the girl's chin. She could taste the chilled tears of rain as moist feathers gently brushed her delicate flesh in a way that didn't detract from the intensity of the moment, but rather brought it to increased climaxes. Her lungs squeezed as the temptress lingered for a moment before retracting her quills.
"I... uh-," she apprehensively started as her shadowy company's velvet nostrils quiver. Growing overwhelmed, Maerys sharply tossed her cranium, launching stray droplets off of the curves and edges of her face and regaining her composure in the process, desperately attempting to free her mind of its cloudiness. "Why doth thee care?" she snapped, blunter than expected. After just a momentary pause, she decided to reapproach the question. "'Twas not mine own intention to be out in the rain at a time such as now," she offered with a skeptical glance at her company. How could something be so tempting and so terrifying in the same instant?
Her heart longed to secure weaponry - defend yourself, it screeched - but instead, she kept precisely where she was, trying to quell the sudden hammering in her breast.
The mare was so varied from Maerys - locks so deep against a profile so porcelain and a body so ebony. The chaos and the contrast only served to make her all the more ghostly all the more haunting. In even the pale somber light of a tempest, the youth with silvery locks a thousand shades of moonlight and sterling, was lovely yet still... she was homely in comparison to her company who governed and controlled through both temptation and alarm (as she was now). When Maerys ultimately established eye contact with the stranger, she recognized that her eyes were the tone of delphiniums in the heartiest of sunlight, glaciers capable of fire. And so she is valued and pitied in similar servings, sought and renounced, feared and admired.
When Inferi articulated, alarm once again seized at Maerys' jugular like a famished stray. That timbre... it told her limbs to go cold, her abdomen to lurch, and her heart to throb. Her smile was more of a sneer - it illuminated her features in a wicked sort of way. There was no genuine affection in the exchange and Maerys soundlessly knew that such a thing would not come from today's meeting.
It did not matter if she was a baby that was left to cry or a mean spirit no love could fix for she exuded a variety of acid that Maerys would never allow to be justified.
The rain poured down Maerys' face as the stranger reached her winged appendage like a cryptic hand towards the girl's chin. She could taste the chilled tears of rain as moist feathers gently brushed her delicate flesh in a way that didn't detract from the intensity of the moment, but rather brought it to increased climaxes. Her lungs squeezed as the temptress lingered for a moment before retracting her quills.
"I... uh-," she apprehensively started as her shadowy company's velvet nostrils quiver. Growing overwhelmed, Maerys sharply tossed her cranium, launching stray droplets off of the curves and edges of her face and regaining her composure in the process, desperately attempting to free her mind of its cloudiness. "Why doth thee care?" she snapped, blunter than expected. After just a momentary pause, she decided to reapproach the question. "'Twas not mine own intention to be out in the rain at a time such as now," she offered with a skeptical glance at her company. How could something be so tempting and so terrifying in the same instant?
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