Fear struck hard and true.
Weariness had ensnared her small being.
Yet she continued to run, winding around the massive trees that snuffs the light of the moon above her head. Nightfall hung like a cloak over the terrain that was once lit with amber from the sun setting over the meadow. The wind was cooler now, unforgiving as it nipped at her cheek and tousled back tresses of fire spun with gold vines that made up her crown. A bundle was clutched to her frame; a cape embraced most of her body so she was shielded by the shadows. Mud had long stained leather boots, now loosened around the ankles from her sprint and leaps. But now, she was becoming undone with each staggering step taken.
The cries and commands had long died in the passage of the winds, leaving the young girl alone here, with the peaceful ambient provided by nature. And what of the bundle in her arms, it stirred and whined for her grasp to become tender and less vice-like. The dress she wore was now soiled by the moistened soil when she descends and slowly puts down the wrapped figure, which struggles free from the wool blanket it was wrapped in. Bright eyes peered from past the dark, clear with the faintest touch of blue within. A light bark was heard, penetrating the quiet, but soon was followed by a whine that was heartbreaking to say the least.
“You can’t move, Aunduin, just stay still,” pleading words were saturated with worry while attempting to wrap up the ivory lupine, stained with sanguine at the paw that twitched gingerly when fingers brushed it. A passing glance was made past her shoulder and Sarah gathered the creature back into her arms, disregarding his complaints. Her task was not over; she escaped the protective walls of the temple to seek what was hidden from her this whole time.
O’ light belongs to all peoples;
Guided repose confided in methods fair and gracing ‘pon touching pleasantries, tracing throughout verdure enduring all. Entrances immortally woven unto another, sewing realms once distant parting sorrows, or it be the she-beast’s own roaming nature that had captured thus. Dawning beauties prevailing oriental routes stringing outwards in sheltering traversing souls from widowed shade. Alas the Matron of all too claimed maiden’s intrigue vicinities and reigning kingdoms alike, query driven riddles spoke of, whilst her heart knew of wonders far and yonder. Serein landscapes basking solar influence further whilst luminance belonging to the alabasterine beast was one foreign in sensations. Relishing boons hearty even amongst utmost offing bounds that had stretched before her persona. Liberating limbs that once embarked grandeur quests, paws that brought an easy breath of spring ‘pon each mortal stepping.
Elation was one that too whispered throughout the innermost gales of these unknown provinces. Claws piercing canvases ever unknown to lupa senses quivering further matrimony of territories ripe out of the questioning gales. Tawny hues inking unto boring benevolence that these untouched soil, now cleansed further by the good Matron’s own treading tress. A golden patronage of faint flora, sooner vanishing than it twas blooming. Ceasing opportune motioning of ivory appendages, easing further tranquillity that now washed over lupine visages. Hinting so to other presences ever nameless strangers, capturing scents to twin nostrils that too basking and questioned to fragrances. Releasing a jubilant part remaining within canine maws, tracing crimson markings that lay against frost touched fur.
Okikurmi the Hero - Ōkami OST
glassmemoir ;; "Okay….i’s gonna soun’ weird. Bu’ I go’ me a frien’ who be onna them embodimen’s o’ tha plane’s. Like….Plu’o. An’ he’s dyin’. I was wonderin’ if ya’ll could help me save him?"
Motioning forward a ivory coated crown, pertaining a further divine hailing and utmost visage that combed throughout the she-beast. The request had been quite the abnormal sorts, whilst the Kami had accepted many a abnormal quests. Be also one whom accepted little to known expense; a heart whom aided all.
“What would this boy’s name be?”
outofpraise; afkdjsa; Thank you very much ;-; This brought me a smile tonight, this is really, super thoughtful of you anon.
Though I think I have an idea on who sent this I am really happy to know that you love to read my threads and responses to other random stuff ;; It just means so much to me that anyone enjoys reading my writing, especially when I am having so much fun with it, along with the people that I have met on here. Thank you very much again! ;o;
come my brethren let us take over the world— but really though hello there aklja;
eye color: A greyish green
birthday: July 21st
favorite color: Light blue??
best school subject(s): English and art
current shirt color: pinkkk
day or night: Both to be honest ;o;
celebrity crush: No one?
coffee or tea: Tea is life, tea is in my blood 8ll
favorite food: All kinds of rice
—Damask brims wherewith fortitude contained stretch soothly, in praise of sol siege ‘pon earthly pleasure; mayhap fitting for one purest. Twain caught in the midst of relaxtion and reflection; thanatomantic prospect exceeding yet hidden. Amid complexity, Amaterasu hath endured, heretofore and yonside oblivion. Elated, her heart leaps, eke streams of silver and sunshine, bequeathed unto she as the goddess had once is the Kami’s fortitude. Caprice whither being; clandestine pleasure yare.
”..I guess that’s what winter means,” quote she, as would champagne acquiesce to chamoisee vibrissa, "hibernation as is life halted or sleeping. When spring comes, we breathe loosely; we move anew." Aye, pleasure seeping, thought lief relieved maugre contemplation; nary an eyelash bat to doubt nor betray.
Contemplation arising forth upon distinct complexions, that of ivory painted cross carmine fixtures hailing celestial craniums from above. Natural pigments being truer prayers soaking mingling locks, naked flesh of the Kami’s soles budding faint emerald aura. Florere beckoning silent orison blessings from thresholds of heavens and earth yonder imagining. Reveries locked in abyssal sighs, clenching further potency when winters wholesome breeze writhes from the abyss itself. Chimes cleansing equal attributes tarnishing surfaces from temporal vices; only remaining natural borders for which the sun’s own kindred may too flourish as verdure.
“As does the cycle always motivate all life with its own festival.” A smile basking in further splendour of the Gaian grace, one comforting in these jovial notes that would soon spring. ‘Neath porcelain lips did they part to rise in a singular smile. “Forever intertwined from the past to the now, if we too forget that all must motion forward.”
For all my roleplay partners:
Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse. Your character has specific feelings, instincts, and desires, and if they want to do something, don’t hold them back. I want to roleplay with your muse in their entirety, the whole truth of your character, not a watered-down version. Never feel nervous — just let it happen as it happens, and it’ll all be great.
Pearl luminance expelling fickle greatness throughout glacial harbours, enduring gales which blew forth from rickety webs. Admitting further musings to coil neath fleece and ivories, exhaling a single howl rumbling ‘pon the she-beast’s own being. Where the winds blew a rustled sign of their own accord, soon tranquillity soon reigned supreme throughout winter touched scenes. Niveous fragrances pillaging twin nostrils, flaring up to this extend yet hindering stillness throughout a motioning lupa form. Stray boundaries clenching both Northern mountains, whisking forth also to the fair coast of Southern provinces in the capitol. Only that of the pleasant reveries of Springs own chime, ceasing all from their frost coat and claiming need throughout all hearts. Digits looming to grasp these yonder hearts, plaguing a ruptured brisk notion. Dusk clouds sewn so unto skies above, celestial bodies wrapped ‘pon thin silks of evening air— tugging and pulling as they do. How amusing it was that she that were the sun, potent amongst heavens vault, would easily blend to the blizzard touched canvas below.