your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
The day had begun like many others; the sun shining over the sky, before melting away and fading into the many colors of late evening, before darkening entirely into the sweet bliss of night. Calligo's shadows were long, softening the edges and creating pools of obsidian in alley ways and along the stone walls of the city. Under the cover of the goddess's onyx gaze, a stormsinger patrolled the capitol city with watchful eyes of brightest blue. She found solace beneath the uncommonly starless night; an ebony shade of smoke, a wraith blessed with a shimmer of cobalt and indigo. With sure steps, she melted from shadow to shadow, quiet and uttering no sound as she took in every detail, every crevice. A protector, and a defender of the King and his people.
The revelry of drums and music pulsed in the night air, thrumming and building like heat in her veins. As she nears the market square, the voices of singers and dancers and party-goers grows louder in her ears. A city of nocturnal lovers of the Night; at home and blessed by Calligo as she smiled down on them all. She is close now, creeping along the edges of the market square, and sticking close to the shadows. The stormsinger is all but invisible to them, a phantom of obsidian save for her blue eyes and the ivory tips of her wings. She watches them all, her gaze fleeting, but not missing a single detail. A group of fire dancers catches her eye; one in particular tugging at a far-off memory in the tendrils of her mind. The girl is young, and delicate, but rather beautiful. Glad in red and gold, much like a little thing she had once followed up to the Peak. The resemblance is uncanny, but tonight is the not the time to think of such things. She is all business; a warrior doing her duty, not a gypsy girl who would join them amongst the flames.
For a reason she could not place, the stormsinger's gaze kept finding the girl again among the crowd. She notes the strange presence of a man near her, but does not think twice when suddenly, the man-that-was-shadow is running.. with the girl's satchel in tow. Someone is shouting, and then the bodies are bustling in unexpected surprise. The stormsinger's eyes widen, and then she bolts from the darkness, anger flooding her in waves of crimson rage.
"Stop, in the name of the Night King!"
Her voice is a screaming hurricane over the music and drums, her blood roaring in her ears as her hooves gallop against the stone market square. She moves with a warrior's honed grace through the crowd, a ghost of shadows and stars, gaze searching for her target. There are too many people, and she is caught in the center of the fray, before she shoots skyward with a great swoosh of her wings. She flies, skimming the crowd with tucked legs before landing in an alleyway behind the thief. He is a dark phantom shot with gold threads, quick on his feet as the stormsinger gives chase.
"Stop!"
They are running, galloping through the city streets. She is merciless; a cyclone of fury, the embodiment of thunder and lightning storms in the midst of summer. With hesitating twists and turns, she begins to notice that maybe the thief does not know the city. Perhaps he is a stranger, a foreigner; to which, in case, she could use that very fact to her advantage. Surging forward with speed, the stormsinger rounds a different corner, breaking off her chase to give the thief a false sense of success. Her hooves thunder against the stones, and then she takes flight, her wings tasting the sweet night air through thick plumes. She sees him then, far below her. On any other night, when the moon's light would have given her away, she would not have been able to pull the feat.
But tonight was not that any other night. She dove, spiraling down and landing in a rush of feathers and violent anger. A lightning bolt striking the ground, her bones groaning at the impact as she cuts the thief's path. Bracing her body for the incoming slam to stop him, a wicked smile playing at her lips. Got you.
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so it begins hehehe! I left it kinda open-ended but she fully intends to chew him a new one if need be xD
"Aislinn speech."
