Solanis
05-09-2018, 01:08 AM
this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.
The voice startles the softhearted girl. Only the slightest exhale goes to show for it, though, and the quick turn of her head in the direction of the sound. Hiding behind cover, the new arrival is not immediately visible. Still, Taivas watches warily, expecting the flowers to burst into laughter again or insult her further.
Instead, a horrifying creature slides out from behind the strange beauty of the flower.
A face framed with halves of another, four eyes staring directly at the shaman, and not an ounce of sanity to be found anywhere on them. The girl takes a cautious step backward, turning to face this strange thing walking toward her. The body is one that is equine, certainly, but the figure is distorted, long, and, frankly, distrubing to see.
Lost some place you can't see, I think.
Taivas wonders briefly if the mare can read minds, for she seemed to cut straight to her immediate thoughts moments ago. Suddenly, the lady begins to sing - not the gentle choruses raised to the skies in her former home, but broken and high pitched squeal of a song. One ear flicks back on her skull, trying to get away from the abrupt and sharp sounds. Smiles form on all three of the mouths at the bottom of her illformed face, as she gives her last piece of advice. Might as well do as the flowers told you.
The shaman takes a moment to gather her wits and thoughts, reminding herself of Roscorro, the fearsome yet sweet tempered giant. She had reacted poorly during their first meeting, yet he had become one of her friends. Perhaps, this mare might also hold potential to be friendly and kind... though, the expressions on her faces make the girl nervous.
"Do you mean the Rift itself gives and takes?"
Finally, she managed to formulate a question that would not be directed to the odd appearance of her company.
Instead, a horrifying creature slides out from behind the strange beauty of the flower.
A face framed with halves of another, four eyes staring directly at the shaman, and not an ounce of sanity to be found anywhere on them. The girl takes a cautious step backward, turning to face this strange thing walking toward her. The body is one that is equine, certainly, but the figure is distorted, long, and, frankly, distrubing to see.
Lost some place you can't see, I think.
Taivas wonders briefly if the mare can read minds, for she seemed to cut straight to her immediate thoughts moments ago. Suddenly, the lady begins to sing - not the gentle choruses raised to the skies in her former home, but broken and high pitched squeal of a song. One ear flicks back on her skull, trying to get away from the abrupt and sharp sounds. Smiles form on all three of the mouths at the bottom of her illformed face, as she gives her last piece of advice. Might as well do as the flowers told you.
The shaman takes a moment to gather her wits and thoughts, reminding herself of Roscorro, the fearsome yet sweet tempered giant. She had reacted poorly during their first meeting, yet he had become one of her friends. Perhaps, this mare might also hold potential to be friendly and kind... though, the expressions on her faces make the girl nervous.
"Do you mean the Rift itself gives and takes?"
Finally, she managed to formulate a question that would not be directed to the odd appearance of her company.
taivas.
