Solanis
05-08-2018, 09:02 PM
beyond visions of wretched smiles and the dread that they've befriended
Mid Drench, 1174.
Miin encounters the moon in Solanis.
A sloth moving through colorful forests in dim lighting and rain, her small hooves drowned out in cacophony of droplets rushing toward the floor. Leaves and petals of a myriad of colors contrast the dull exterior of the strangely stretched maiden of white and black. Ambling slowly toward the fallen piece of the moon, a silent mystic with four eyes radiating an air of madness.
Laughter draws her attention, the kind of raucous glee only drawn from sadistic intentions. Something in her heart yearns to see the misfortune of another, see the misery usurp their once chipper features. The other pieces are drawn by curiosity, for the rainforest rarely laughs like she.
From shadows behind massive petals of a vibrant flower, Miin watches the other for a few moments. While the small girl makes no glorious show of emotion, her eyes dart about, as if looking for something lost.
"Gone, lovely," she coos, still masked by the flower and plants for several moments before stepping carefully out. "Lost some place you can't see, I think." She giggles, the sound strange childlike and innocent despite the full grown size of her body. Her limbs look unhealthy and thin, though, perhaps like a foal's gangly too-long legs... or maybe that of a spider. She turns her faces to look at the girl shining like a gentle moon in the shadows of Solanis, her black eyes brimming over with manic joy.
"Best not to spend much time worrying," she sings, her voice shrill and high pitched in the melody for a brief moment. "It gives and takes endlessly, lovely."
All three maws stretch into a twisted grin, which flickers away into a neutral expression, but her eyes remain happy in a menacing manner.
"Might as well do as the flowers told you."
""
Miin encounters the moon in Solanis.
A sloth moving through colorful forests in dim lighting and rain, her small hooves drowned out in cacophony of droplets rushing toward the floor. Leaves and petals of a myriad of colors contrast the dull exterior of the strangely stretched maiden of white and black. Ambling slowly toward the fallen piece of the moon, a silent mystic with four eyes radiating an air of madness.
Laughter draws her attention, the kind of raucous glee only drawn from sadistic intentions. Something in her heart yearns to see the misfortune of another, see the misery usurp their once chipper features. The other pieces are drawn by curiosity, for the rainforest rarely laughs like she.
From shadows behind massive petals of a vibrant flower, Miin watches the other for a few moments. While the small girl makes no glorious show of emotion, her eyes dart about, as if looking for something lost.
"Gone, lovely," she coos, still masked by the flower and plants for several moments before stepping carefully out. "Lost some place you can't see, I think." She giggles, the sound strange childlike and innocent despite the full grown size of her body. Her limbs look unhealthy and thin, though, perhaps like a foal's gangly too-long legs... or maybe that of a spider. She turns her faces to look at the girl shining like a gentle moon in the shadows of Solanis, her black eyes brimming over with manic joy.
"Best not to spend much time worrying," she sings, her voice shrill and high pitched in the melody for a brief moment. "It gives and takes endlessly, lovely."
All three maws stretch into a twisted grin, which flickers away into a neutral expression, but her eyes remain happy in a menacing manner.
"Might as well do as the flowers told you."
""
miin
