04-06-2021, 02:10 AM
The sun began its descent downward ... sinking steadily, deeply below the horizon and staining the surrounding fields in a deep, fiery display of oranges and reds. The exhaling wind brought a gentle chill, a whisper of the cooler night that would encompass her this evening. Her first evening in this new world, which so far seemed stunningly normal. Perhaps the earthquake that had taken her here and simply taken her to the other side of the world - straight through the core of the planet and erupting out the other side with nothing to show for it but a few cuts and bruises.
Peculiar.
A crooked smile twisted her ebony lips upward as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Spires of stone stood stark against the decaying light of day, casting obscure, elongated shadows on the grass. Amaranth moved toward the structure with a purposeless lilt in her gait ... trapezing forward like a puppet on loose strings. There was a certain grace about the inane way in which she moved - her tall, slender frame dancing forward. She was but a glowing ghost of gold in a world of sunset reds.
As she reached the formation of peculiar stones, the sun settled into its nest ... reds dispersing into navies and purples. The moon yawned, gently blinking to life and shedding a cool white light down upon her now. Amaranth's pace slowed as she reached the monoliths, her paws reaching up and planting themselves on the cool granite. She arched her back, stretching the muscles along the sides of her spine and shoulders. Something ached, something stung ... but she ignored the peculiarities of her fragile mortal state, for as the moon blossomed, so did her mind.
Her lavender eyes sparkled, igniting with an enigmatic, mischievous glint. Paws fell toward the earth, toes stretching as her claws eased into the dirt.
And there she sat, staring at the upright stone as if it were speaking to her.
Peculiar.
A crooked smile twisted her ebony lips upward as her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Spires of stone stood stark against the decaying light of day, casting obscure, elongated shadows on the grass. Amaranth moved toward the structure with a purposeless lilt in her gait ... trapezing forward like a puppet on loose strings. There was a certain grace about the inane way in which she moved - her tall, slender frame dancing forward. She was but a glowing ghost of gold in a world of sunset reds.
As she reached the formation of peculiar stones, the sun settled into its nest ... reds dispersing into navies and purples. The moon yawned, gently blinking to life and shedding a cool white light down upon her now. Amaranth's pace slowed as she reached the monoliths, her paws reaching up and planting themselves on the cool granite. She arched her back, stretching the muscles along the sides of her spine and shoulders. Something ached, something stung ... but she ignored the peculiarities of her fragile mortal state, for as the moon blossomed, so did her mind.
Her lavender eyes sparkled, igniting with an enigmatic, mischievous glint. Paws fell toward the earth, toes stretching as her claws eased into the dirt.
And there she sat, staring at the upright stone as if it were speaking to her.
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