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Posted on January 16, 2013 at 05:14:04 PM by ORPHEUS
 violent love |
He had not known this place before, and as such he did not mourn for the shape of what things once were. To tell truth, he did not ever mourn for the past. Dead parents, dead siblings, dead, dead, dead –was not a novelty. He knew a great deal about death, how the life drained away from the eyes and left them sallow and still, to be filled with dust and worms that would not be blinked away. He had laid head on paws and watched it for long after sisters and brothers had gone off. Their mourning had run its course long before his they thought …Orpheus had just been enraptured, like a chess player with fingers steepled before the game of his life, watching the end come to the other player but not to himself, not this time. Across wet and mossy ground he trotted, each stride jerkily leading into the next as long limbs looked for a more rapid pace but were denied by the rest of the body which humped and curled in on itself to accommodate a quivering black nose that scented the earth and flora at random trailing ever behind the quicker eyes, which darted—nearly rolling with the rapidity—from once sight to the next. His ribs showed and his abdomen was tight and flat, giving him a sharp, angular appearance. This complimented (no, not complimented suited) his ghostly coloring and thin hide, the hair of which stuck out or clung to his frame at random, though the effect gave him more of a sleek than mangy appearance, only …just barely. Somewhere just beyond his right shoulder a sound filtered through the sickly trees, in truth only the breaking of wings as a bird set out in search of its breakfast. Orpheus paused, one long leg held strangely in the air as if he were some kind awkward marsh-bird. His nearly colorless eyes narrowed as he turned his face toward the noise with a sneer of impatience. “Aoibhe?” No response came, but he hesitated a moment longer in case his sister slid out of the shadows like she usually did, all beauty and glory, all affection and protection, all their fathers miniature, all of the most irritating thing in Orpheus’ entire life. Dropping his head low, the young male loped away, putting some distance between himself and the imagined Aoibhe. |
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- I will not save you - By Seren January 18, 2013 at 07:48:46 AM
violent love - By ORPHEUS January 20, 2013 at 08:50:00 PM
I will not save you - By Seren January 22, 2013 at 09:27:57 PM
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