B e l o w Z e r o
and tomorrow was too late
could you say 'goodbye' to yesterday?
would you live each moment like your last?
Had the courts always felt this quiet?
Even now, as she walked the streets, she was surprised by how . . . . still it was. But it was a stillness that was charged up, like a storm coming on the horizon, a storm that would promise to shake everything. She could taste it now, feel it like a tremor down her back, the very vapors that rolled over her spine chilling her to the core. What would become of her beloved home? For Dusk was truly her home. But, when was the last time Rhone had been seen? She hadn't seen him in a while, herself, she'd stopped going to their arranged training sessions where he'd been teaching her how to properly fight, since he'd not been there in a while.
Which was it's own problem.
Her magic was stronger than before, a whirlwind power that seemed to promise all kinds chaos when she released it. But, she was falling behind in using her own body as a weapon. What kind of battlemage could only fight with magic. What would happen if that magic ran out, what then? She would be like a sitting duck . . . well not exactly, but fairly close, fairly similar. She had the scars on her hip that proved she could take things on if need be. But she didn't do very good at fighting them off.
She sighed as she made her way from the quiet streets.
Her steps changed sounds, the cloven, slightly hooked hooves clack-scritching against the rocks of the cliff as she moved towards the edge, the breeze from the ocean sending salt air to her face, feeling comfortable with the sight of the ocean. Yuki slid from her shoulders, finding a raised rock to warm herself on, curled up like a normal snake of the land. Bel glanced towards her, before laying down, letting her forehooves dangle off the edge of the cliffs with little fear, eyes relaxed, and sighing quietly.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Liam
Notes:: Figured he can approach and they can strike up a conversation.
Even now, as she walked the streets, she was surprised by how . . . . still it was. But it was a stillness that was charged up, like a storm coming on the horizon, a storm that would promise to shake everything. She could taste it now, feel it like a tremor down her back, the very vapors that rolled over her spine chilling her to the core. What would become of her beloved home? For Dusk was truly her home. But, when was the last time Rhone had been seen? She hadn't seen him in a while, herself, she'd stopped going to their arranged training sessions where he'd been teaching her how to properly fight, since he'd not been there in a while.
Which was it's own problem.
Her magic was stronger than before, a whirlwind power that seemed to promise all kinds chaos when she released it. But, she was falling behind in using her own body as a weapon. What kind of battlemage could only fight with magic. What would happen if that magic ran out, what then? She would be like a sitting duck . . . well not exactly, but fairly close, fairly similar. She had the scars on her hip that proved she could take things on if need be. But she didn't do very good at fighting them off.
She sighed as she made her way from the quiet streets.
Her steps changed sounds, the cloven, slightly hooked hooves clack-scritching against the rocks of the cliff as she moved towards the edge, the breeze from the ocean sending salt air to her face, feeling comfortable with the sight of the ocean. Yuki slid from her shoulders, finding a raised rock to warm herself on, curled up like a normal snake of the land. Bel glanced towards her, before laying down, letting her forehooves dangle off the edge of the cliffs with little fear, eyes relaxed, and sighing quietly.
"Bel"
Yukime
@Liam
Notes:: Figured he can approach and they can strike up a conversation.
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