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But this poison feels so right [Taboo]
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Posted on October 25, 2011 at 03:14:21 AM by Avarice

Breath sighed from pink nostrils, the air thick and heavy in her lungs as if trying to drown her. Even the sun, that brilliant life giving source, seemed to be against her, scalding the sleek golden skin that encased her. Ink dipped ears swiveled back, drooping tiredly against her nape. The weather was too hot, the silence too loud, and it was with an ache in her heart that she wandered Scythia alone. It had been a long while since she had seen the patchwork king, a long while since she had seen anyone really. Her ears hurt from the nothingness and her heart throbbed for a completely different reason. As much as she loathed to admit it, confess that her emotions were so tied to another creature, she missed Taboo and all his quiet strength. She missed the velvet nights they walked together, the storms they had created, the wholeness she had felt in his presence. There was a hollowness about her now, an empty abyss yawning wide within her innards like a wound that simply refused to heal, festering and pussing as though just to irritate that which bore it. Was it due to the loss of her father that she felt this? Or what about the agony her mother was going through because of it? She had lost them both because of this tragedy, her mother fading until she was little more than a frozen husk anymore from the traumatic loss of the batwinged War Champion. Surely that was enough to send the Southern princess spiraling, no need to incorporate the vanishing of those around her even.

She had realized the Scythians were few and far between, scattered to the farthest corners like seed pods before the autumn winds, but she thought that time would bring them together. They would be stronger, bonded together by the neccessity to live, to piece back together a home after the floods had nearly destroyed their world. Now what was left? Browning grass and the hollow howl of the wind to wrap around her like a cerement. What a way to go. Ears snapped back as soon as the thought twisted through her mind, lioness eyes hardening with determination and new life, the delicate skull raising skyward. This wasn't how this was supposed to end! This wasn't how she was about to let it end! They were Scythians! They hadn't survived the floods to allow themselves to go out with a breathless whimper! There would be life brought back to this skeleton of a kingdom even if she had to pass through the gate of death herself to do it. The first order, however, was to find that slate stained king, both for leadership and her own sanity.

Muscles contracted, squeezing the slim bodice like a bellows and forcing the air over her vocal chords in a shrill call. Oh, how it echoed over the browning stalks, ringing through the air like the screech of a hawk! Ears swiveled forward, stabbing at the sky in their attentiveness, cupping the echoes and listening for a response. Hearing none, she sent another cry winging towards the heavens, golden eyes sharp beneath the overgrown and tangled forelock. If he was anywhere within the kingdom's borders, he would hear that call. He would come to her, he would find her. He had to...

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Replies:

it's been so cold. - By TABOO December 2, 2011 at 02:39:24 AM
Turn up the love now - By Avarice December 4, 2011 at 11:48:54 PM
and the sun won't touch my face. - By TABOO December 22, 2011 at 03:35:05 AM
Calling all cars, got another victim - By Avarice January 16, 2012 at 05:34:52 AM
black were the eyes of the living. - By TABOO January 23, 2012 at 00:40:06 AM

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