Break me down and build me up
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
Quiet.
The cacophony of nighttime things singing their goodbyes wavered in various wavelengths across the expanse of the court, the hushed moment of in-betweens when the sky held both moon and sun. It was the opposite of everything they stood for--the great light in the sky rising instead of falling--but the peace wrapped itself tightly around them anyway and shooed those of nocturnal descent off to the darker places they could rest.
She was not of them, though, and her body moved with the motions of Oriens's sun, separating herself from bedtime spaces to disrupt the veil of tranquility as much as she dared to. Whispers of hooves shuffled through the solo tower amid the smaller network of buildings sleeping quietly behind, a hallway holding their oldest tales and important blips in history along its walls caressing each step she took toward its gaping mouth. It was a place that knew her body well; the weight of her paint settled at the footholds, and it was the sky then that took its chance to kiss her stars in greeting. It was just her--the lone wolf without a coat to hide behind--and the cuff that seemed implanted upon her leg.
She had been as silent as the world around them was, heart beating in corners of their territories instead of there among them. Summer had given way to autumn easily enough, and perhaps it was the falling leaves that ushered her out and told her that she could be absent no longer; Florentine had done more work than any combined for Rannveig, and if she was to be sovereign she had to be better than the crabs hiding in their shells. She was the meld of sky and land with earthy creams and atmospheric blues, and it was time she stood to rise her pack toward greater things than they'd seen so far.
A singular ring of a leader's call--not to be treated with ignorance--spread in the areas Terrastella claimed. The sun peaked over the horizon, the start of a day that she hoped would change everything.
The cacophony of nighttime things singing their goodbyes wavered in various wavelengths across the expanse of the court, the hushed moment of in-betweens when the sky held both moon and sun. It was the opposite of everything they stood for--the great light in the sky rising instead of falling--but the peace wrapped itself tightly around them anyway and shooed those of nocturnal descent off to the darker places they could rest.
She was not of them, though, and her body moved with the motions of Oriens's sun, separating herself from bedtime spaces to disrupt the veil of tranquility as much as she dared to. Whispers of hooves shuffled through the solo tower amid the smaller network of buildings sleeping quietly behind, a hallway holding their oldest tales and important blips in history along its walls caressing each step she took toward its gaping mouth. It was a place that knew her body well; the weight of her paint settled at the footholds, and it was the sky then that took its chance to kiss her stars in greeting. It was just her--the lone wolf without a coat to hide behind--and the cuff that seemed implanted upon her leg.
She had been as silent as the world around them was, heart beating in corners of their territories instead of there among them. Summer had given way to autumn easily enough, and perhaps it was the falling leaves that ushered her out and told her that she could be absent no longer; Florentine had done more work than any combined for Rannveig, and if she was to be sovereign she had to be better than the crabs hiding in their shells. She was the meld of sky and land with earthy creams and atmospheric blues, and it was time she stood to rise her pack toward greater things than they'd seen so far.
A singular ring of a leader's call--not to be treated with ignorance--spread in the areas Terrastella claimed. The sun peaked over the horizon, the start of a day that she hoped would change everything.
