THE BLACK DOE
the infinite intimacy of her rage
The forest is so much more alive the deeper she steps into the expanse of flora and fauna. She is completely and totally ensnared inside the dark forest, lit now only by lanterns and fireflies along the path. There is nothing but the greenwood, and nothing matters except for this and this sole, longing purpose she has right now. It leads her ever forward.
Her eyes search for something, something she cannot find in the birds, the butterflies that flutter at her legs, but rather in the shadows and the rustling of leaves, bushes. The dark space between the lines; the forest, the movements of things she swears are there. It's as though it's playing a game (whatever it is) with her; a coy, tantalizing game. I want to find you, she pleads in her mind, please, let me find you.
Her pace picks up. Not out of fear, but out of desperation. She's pulled out of her usual, collected senses as it drowns in the sea of her absorption. If she is being watched, let them show themselves to her! Each moment she is stripped a little more bare for these whispers. Each moment she gets more and more desperate. Raw. Reeling. She can be played as a fool in this one's palm for all she cares; so long as she finds the end of this path. So long as she finds something that will give her any kind of understanding.
When she finally hears those rustlings and movement take the form of a second set of footsteps, her heart thuds fast against her chest. Her pace slows, chained to this unknown entity. But whenever she stops to look, to find them, silence fills what was once a sound so close behind her, around her. "Where are you?" She wants to believe it was the stranger at the clearing, but she knows that's not true. She'd lost his light to the fireflies and lanterns long ago. But she's glad she's alone, here; she wants to move on with reckless abandon. Wants to move at her own pace. Had there been another soul with her, she would have left them long ago.
And as if an answer is revealing itself to her, the forest seems to darken with the flickering lantern lights. The shadows start to whisper again. The fireflies that just faintly form the shape of a horse and then disperse catch her utmost attention. Surely...
She doesn't think on it long. She takes this evidence for what it is and could be; a sign, a request.
Dark eyes stray from the path and follow the lights deeper into the forest. Each time a light twinkles against her eye, she is hit with a momentary memory. Too-short and still unknown to her, she takes a half step back in contemplation. She smells blood, but she knows that smell. But then she smells lavender. Sweet and iron, a strangely... Homely feeling. The soft voices of her memory seem to coalesce with the faint whispers of the forest. She wavers, only a moment, before breaking from the safety of the trail and deeper into the forest. Her heart beats her onward. Onward. Onward. Toward the fireflies, heeding their call.
"I'm coming. I'm coming."
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@Official Dawn Account
Speech.
Her eyes search for something, something she cannot find in the birds, the butterflies that flutter at her legs, but rather in the shadows and the rustling of leaves, bushes. The dark space between the lines; the forest, the movements of things she swears are there. It's as though it's playing a game (whatever it is) with her; a coy, tantalizing game. I want to find you, she pleads in her mind, please, let me find you.
Her pace picks up. Not out of fear, but out of desperation. She's pulled out of her usual, collected senses as it drowns in the sea of her absorption. If she is being watched, let them show themselves to her! Each moment she is stripped a little more bare for these whispers. Each moment she gets more and more desperate. Raw. Reeling. She can be played as a fool in this one's palm for all she cares; so long as she finds the end of this path. So long as she finds something that will give her any kind of understanding.
When she finally hears those rustlings and movement take the form of a second set of footsteps, her heart thuds fast against her chest. Her pace slows, chained to this unknown entity. But whenever she stops to look, to find them, silence fills what was once a sound so close behind her, around her. "Where are you?" She wants to believe it was the stranger at the clearing, but she knows that's not true. She'd lost his light to the fireflies and lanterns long ago. But she's glad she's alone, here; she wants to move on with reckless abandon. Wants to move at her own pace. Had there been another soul with her, she would have left them long ago.
And as if an answer is revealing itself to her, the forest seems to darken with the flickering lantern lights. The shadows start to whisper again. The fireflies that just faintly form the shape of a horse and then disperse catch her utmost attention. Surely...
She doesn't think on it long. She takes this evidence for what it is and could be; a sign, a request.
Dark eyes stray from the path and follow the lights deeper into the forest. Each time a light twinkles against her eye, she is hit with a momentary memory. Too-short and still unknown to her, she takes a half step back in contemplation. She smells blood, but she knows that smell. But then she smells lavender. Sweet and iron, a strangely... Homely feeling. The soft voices of her memory seem to coalesce with the faint whispers of the forest. She wavers, only a moment, before breaking from the safety of the trail and deeper into the forest. Her heart beats her onward. Onward. Onward. Toward the fireflies, heeding their call.
"I'm coming. I'm coming."
@Official Dawn Account
Speech.
