Post by Ruby Gray on Jun 4, 2013 2:24:18 GMT -5
Golden orbs would flicker, seeing everything and nothing all at once. A tail, elongated the color of the darkest of ebony would trail behind bare legs, battering back and forth with the wind. The crunching and crackling of bone would slowly draw the tail back beneath tanned flesh until no evidence of it ever existing was seen. Her fingers would twitch sporadically, violent tremors wracking her bare frame as golden orbs spasmed around unseeing, frightened, skittish. Long brown hair fell in a matted tangle, damp and wet with something she had not yet the courage to name.
The screams would reach her before the voices could. A mad dash, a scramble. The early risers would race back into Aledon, screams of terror upon their lips before she could ever hope to reach them, not that she could blame them. Her gait was cumbersome, stuttered, fragmented. She swayed unsteadily, goose bumps rippling about her flesh as the morning chill seeped into her exposed skin. An exaggerated twitch had her head lolling to the side as her limbs gave out beneath her and she slumped to the earth with a dull thump, fingers flexing and relaxing, clawing and pulling at the dirt in an effort to get her battered frame to move.
Golden eyes landed upon her red stained hand, she could smell... she could taste the iron tang of blood, it gathered beneath her claws, it blemished her flesh, it stained the very fabric of her soul. She snarled, nails digging deep into the mud as she struggled to pull her long legs beneath her. She stumbled to her feet, unbalanced, uncoordinated, unstable. Another violent twitch, another crackling and rearranging of bones, had her standing upright once more. Canines were lengthened ,her eyes the hollowed orbs of a wolf blinked rapidly. She passed through the abandoned gates of Aledon, the paranoia of the wolf causing her to stumble and trip. Dried blood had gathered around her mouth, staining the flesh a deep pink, life's ruby dried essence was grafted to bits of her flesh, a macabre monster that no wound marred. It wasn't her blood, it wasn't hers.
"Dori... Dori..." Her vocals mumbled incoherently, her body beginning to shut down in the desperate attempt to win control back of her body, nails dug thickly into her skull and she groaned heavily, slumping against the side of a building and sliding down the cool bricks to end an incoherent mass of flesh and blood upon the cobblestones. Her arms slipped away to bang against the ground, and one would, perhaps think she had fallen unconscious. A long moment passed before her cranium lolled backwards, banging into the brick and mortar as her gaze slid to the sky. Slowly golden orbs reverted back to emerald green and for a long moment the woman would breathe, inhaling, exhaling with exaggeration. "Quincy...Dorian..." The words were groaned almost as if she were in pain, they would be the last two sounds the woman would mutter before she would slump to the ground unconscious.
The screams would reach her before the voices could. A mad dash, a scramble. The early risers would race back into Aledon, screams of terror upon their lips before she could ever hope to reach them, not that she could blame them. Her gait was cumbersome, stuttered, fragmented. She swayed unsteadily, goose bumps rippling about her flesh as the morning chill seeped into her exposed skin. An exaggerated twitch had her head lolling to the side as her limbs gave out beneath her and she slumped to the earth with a dull thump, fingers flexing and relaxing, clawing and pulling at the dirt in an effort to get her battered frame to move.
Golden eyes landed upon her red stained hand, she could smell... she could taste the iron tang of blood, it gathered beneath her claws, it blemished her flesh, it stained the very fabric of her soul. She snarled, nails digging deep into the mud as she struggled to pull her long legs beneath her. She stumbled to her feet, unbalanced, uncoordinated, unstable. Another violent twitch, another crackling and rearranging of bones, had her standing upright once more. Canines were lengthened ,her eyes the hollowed orbs of a wolf blinked rapidly. She passed through the abandoned gates of Aledon, the paranoia of the wolf causing her to stumble and trip. Dried blood had gathered around her mouth, staining the flesh a deep pink, life's ruby dried essence was grafted to bits of her flesh, a macabre monster that no wound marred. It wasn't her blood, it wasn't hers.
"Dori... Dori..." Her vocals mumbled incoherently, her body beginning to shut down in the desperate attempt to win control back of her body, nails dug thickly into her skull and she groaned heavily, slumping against the side of a building and sliding down the cool bricks to end an incoherent mass of flesh and blood upon the cobblestones. Her arms slipped away to bang against the ground, and one would, perhaps think she had fallen unconscious. A long moment passed before her cranium lolled backwards, banging into the brick and mortar as her gaze slid to the sky. Slowly golden orbs reverted back to emerald green and for a long moment the woman would breathe, inhaling, exhaling with exaggeration. "Quincy...Dorian..." The words were groaned almost as if she were in pain, they would be the last two sounds the woman would mutter before she would slump to the ground unconscious.
