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Sobec

As though her senses were still trapped in the loop of time, Sobec felt like a newborn foal. Her balance was impeded, her legs quivering imperceptibly as she prowled the long shadows, the darkened alleyways. Casting her gaze left and right, twisting her head, her neck, her body, she scanned the streets constantly for any sign of danger. Yet she did not notice the winged stallion until mere seconds before his voice permeated the silence, as calm as stars amid their navy satin blinking down upon the world. The cold desert breeze drew his voice to her, his scent that spoke of Denocte, yet a strange Denocte.

Sobec did little to hide the suspicion in her bi-coloured gaze, her posture that of a stalking cat as she turned only partially toward the Pegasus. Her unveiled gaze swiftly roved the golden cream of his form, settling on the pale marks upon his brow, tattoos that seemed to gleam beneath the moon’s visage. He was unarmed but that did not mean he posed no threat, Sobec had met many a fellow glad in naught or silk that were as dangerous as those dressed in iron.

“No,” she replied promptly, a little quickly, her voice tinged with perhaps the smallest amount of distrust and distaste. Sobec’s gold and silve eyes still glanced around them periodically, jumping to the source of dancing shadows or a flicker of light in a window. She was not lost in the typical sense- though the buildings had changed perceptibly the street pattern was still the same as it wound its way between the walls of the Court, toward the main edifice in the centre. No, Sobec was lost in a different way altogether. She was lost in time, leaving one world behind to enter another that was just like it yet filled with different faces. Filled with the sudden need to find somewhere to stay, to hide, to collect her bearings, she considered leaving the winged man in the streets, turning her back upon him and slipping away with the shadows. Yet… his was the first face she’d seen beyond that of her captured Arete comrades. She knew no one in this strange new reality and what’s more, she knew nothing. The desert woman had always been self-reliant, alone, but it had mattered not when she had a home and a purpose, a job to pass the time. Now that was likely all gone and all she had right now was the dust from the catacombs upon her ebony hide and the pale winged stallion standing further up the street.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Her questions came in quick succession as she turned to face him completely, taking a step or two closer. Her voice was laced as much with a desert accent, the melody of a people long lost and long since forgotten, as it was with mistrust. It had occurred to her now that if this stallion was from Denocte, what would he want from Soltera in the dead of night?

she was beautiful in the way deadly things are


@Elchanan c:










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We are, both of us, out of time [CATACOMBS] - by Sobec - 07-26-2020, 11:47 AM
RE: we are, both of us, out of time [CATACOMBS] - by Elchanan - 07-26-2020, 07:06 PM
RE: we are, both of us, out of time [CATACOMBS] - by Sobec - 08-19-2020, 05:18 AM
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