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From the sea she ventured forth, spilling vapor from her maw. Noctiilucent had decided it was time to move on from aimless wandering to something more concrete. It had not been long that she existed in a strange new world, that seemed to be absent of deities. Time had yet to speak to her what was in store. It would not relinquish its secrets without a fight, and often the flow of time dictated the events. Noctii had to wonder if the unyielding demeanor of time had anything to do with the future, as though it were perhaps planned out. Perhaps this had been her destiny from the moment she grew into existence. It was these questions without answers like these that perturbed her and cast her thoughts into the void of heaven above. The sky was endless, as endless as the existential questions she frequently found herself pondering. These ruminations ceased when she spotted a peculiar formation in the distance. It stood rigid against the vividly painted sky and stood in contrast to the snow that had tucked the earth beneath it. Its hollow chasms leered at her from atop its perch. Noctii was tempted to avoid this formation but was simultaneously drawn to.
Her frame moved with a minimal effort across the snow and ice covered terrain. Her fluid movements spoke of how versed she was in moving across difficult topography. The minx that was splashed with alabaster seas made a decisive approach. The empty chasms of the structure beckoned for her to drift close enough to be swallowed alive. Noctii peered straight ahead as she moved until her daggers struck the worn stone. Her gaze dripped downward to feast upon the ice that crawled across the masonry. Just as the seaside had been still, so was this place. At least from the outside looking in. Noctii felt a strange pulling for her to keep moving, though not a soul sprung from the earth nearby. It was like peering into the starscape overhead, barren, cold, and lonely. It was simultaneously beautiful, splashed with dustings of galaxies and nebulas. The artist responsible for the canvas in this new land was just as expert as the one of Reth. The alabaster spires that protruded from her face aided in pulling her head back upright. They were heavier than her skull alone, and she often used them to gain momentum when moving her visage.
Her long tendrils draped themselves over the land beneath her feet, sweeping debris beside her as she moved. "Hello?" She called into the vast emptiness around her, denying the beckon of the hollow chasms to her left.
"Speech"
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Notes: Okay joining post! c:
When you think you're sinking
01-15-2018, 09:50 PM
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