i am a heart on fire;; [sid] Jul 31, 2014 15:48:35 GMT -6
Post by RANJIT;; on Jul 31, 2014 15:48:35 GMT -6
Kaiserin of the Empire of Altus
[/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]Oppressive heat presses harsh hands down upon her petite frame, coiling boiling lava into her blood vessels and the Kaiserin exhales a short but sharp breath to expose her utmost annoyance at this. The femme, with her inky coat and waifish stature, is illsuited for two seasons, those being the summer months and the wintery ones. Brumal winds tear through her during the chill of winter, poisoning and sickening her, while summer's flaring extremes taint her coat and drag each breath from frayed lungs. Since her pregnancy, she has been weak, only of body, however, for that cunning mentality which has shaped so much refuses to die off. Yet the baring of her twins had been a toil upon her chassis and it shows in the form of a frailty; that her siblings had permitted her leave of Antioch is a truly shocking thing - yet they do not know she has slipped out. The Kaiserin had departed early in the dawn hours before the sun had spoken teasing whispers to the heavens, before it had stroked milken fingers along abyssal blackness, and before the first stars had begun to chase through the celestial boundaries, leaving her sleeping daughters in the care of their sire and the kingdom to her siblings. She needed some time to herself and the sweet call of the quiet woods had lured her like a siren's silken whisper.
Coolness dappled over her bodice, splattering light and darker along her back and lissome hips. An exhale parts from her throat at the feeling of the forest permitting her some shade, relieved that the heat is no longer so utterly miserable; beneath the trees, indeed, it is nearly pleasant. With careful movements she daintily passes over a small brook, though the water splashes upon her belly and makes her shiver pleasantly, for it is cool and feels good. An apple is stolen from a low hanging branch and the Kaiserin takes the moment to munch it down, crunching smoothly with hard dental weaponry, manible and maxilla making short work of the small, hard fruit. Onward she continues once the apple is naught but a core lying upon the sod, ants beginning to swarm it hungrily, until she comes to a wider creek babbling and chattering with a willow tree, whose long tendrils trail into it mutely. Content, she settles down in the shadow of a nearby oak tree, deciding that a short nap before return to no doubt face the fury of her siblings will be something that is greatly necessary.count. 423
notes. can get longer or stay short, idc. i haven't the foggiest, faintest damn clue why i wrote this in present tense. i blame taylor. don't laugh at my strange colour choices, this is what happens when i make a posting template in five minutes lol