Internal winter (solo)

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This northernmost city is the home of Morwen, The Goddess of Winter, and her followers who dwell year round in a land of frozen wonder. [Lore]

Internal winter (solo)

Postby E'isi on April 1st, 2011, 12:41 am

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65th Night of Spring, 511 A.V.

"Like winter, I will remain in this internal indevor of coldness, never truly meeting springs warmth. For when the sun shines on this tundra of snow, it shall only warm the frost, but never heating this heart, for I am alone in this winter."


A pale milky body laid on it's side amongst twisted sheets, toes twitched as webbed feet moved slightly, the slight movement illuminating the still of the night. Soft hues of blues and pinks twist and dance up wards, reflecting what little and fleeting light that shown in the room. A slender body shifts, delicate legs, shapely and fit, close closer to a rising and falling chest. Soft lines leads to white damp hair, long and reaching wildly out, as if it was freshly grown seaweed reaching out of what little sun it could find in this dark ocean. White webbed hands reached up, lightly pulling, at a tangled wave, twisting the lock around a webbed finger. A delicate face, womanly, strong, and almost perfect, out lines in all the darkness. Cast down eyes, the color of a sea and sky after a violent storm cast down with a forest of dark eyelashes. A small woman lay awake in the hold, lost in her own internal thoughts.

A sigh slip her lips as she turned her body upwards, Eisi stared at a blank ceiling. The night was already late within it's self, and she laid there wide awake. Soft whistles sounded from out side, the wind muffled from the walls of the hold. Watery eyes blurred her vision. Never had she felt to void, so empty, never before had she ever felt so sad. A tear trickled down her cheek, running into her soft white hair. She took a b
Breath in as she moved a hand to wipe away the wet, salty substance that refused to stop pouring put. Tears she thought such a funny thing. She pulled her hand away a looked at the wet tear mark, left on her arm, what and where was this coming from? Never did Eisi even feel the want to cry, not even when the truth came out about her mother. Instead she made a promise, one that she was bond to not keep, one that she was breaking now. Where was this feeling steaming from? Why can I not stop? How can this void go away? Will it go away? She wondered as she shut her eyes. But the feeling if darkness nipped harder at her pale skin.
OOCa deeper look at Eisi
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Internal winter (solo)

Postby E'isi on May 27th, 2011, 4:26 pm

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"Frost chills the warmest of days, cooling all that surrounds it. Winter seems to drag on, spring seems out if sight. Even if the sun raises, the coldness wins out. Shall my heart shall remain in this frozen state."


Eisi sat up with a new gasp of tears, the sadness and loneliness was almost to much for her frail body to handle. She felt as if her life was being pulled from her body. She could not wrap her long delicate arms around her enough to hold in this new emotion. She felt a shiver but not from the cold, more towards the life she believed in till she left the shores of Mura. She was raised happy, and also very sheltered. She believed there was no other life beside the ways of her people, even in knowing the horrors that her mother bared day in and day out, she still held hope that it was far different from the tales her adoptive mother told. But now she was coming to the realization that it was not, she spoke the truth about the others, but not exactly.

Eisi couldn't stay in bed any longer, she stood up, wrapping the sheets around her naked body. Her tall thin frame shown through the white sheets, flashes of her scales could be seen when ever the light hit her. Her hair was a mess, matted and wildly curly on her head, reaching down her back, the ends tucked in the sheet that was fasten around her body. She left her right arm exposed as she walked around the small cell like room. The tears stopped for the moment, she took this time to practice breathing not sure if they were gone for good, or just resting. She reached over and grabbed the candle, finding her bag she lit it, then setting it on the hard floor. She too crossed her legs and sat beside it. The small flicker of light reflected her pale milky skin beautifully. Her eyes redden and puffy from the tears, her limps swollen from her biting them. She watched the flames as her mind took her to a memory.
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