12/6/2024, 7:26 PM
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Skill: Seer (1/5)
There was no malice or malintent within her approach - Siobhan was not of mind to attack so openly. While she was certain her actionable teeth could rend flesh from bone as they were created to do, she lacked the motivation to do so... at least inside this moment. The earthen-made wolf across from her had not elicited a call for violence.
She noted he moved his face away from her, shielding the half of him that was marred. It hadn't offended her and it would take much more than a ragged mug to chase her away, but she knew how it was to hide one's wounds.
Fresh or scarred, it was instinct to hide the parts of oneself from the encroaching eyes of others. Everyone had them - those marks of misfortune; some wore them while others internalized them, bearing them on their heart and soul. Siobhan was the latter, with few having ever seen beyond the surface where she exuded calm.
With the exception of Raum, perhaps there was no one who had been afforded a window into what plagued her and left her sense of trust as brittle as the frozen branches overhead. She could still feel the prying hands from the cave of horrors, fingers digging deep into white and cocoa fur to pull away whatever parts of her they pleased - as though she remained a commodity to be consumed and exhausted.
She realized her words could be construed as calloused, but they were spoken with no contempt or barbs - least of all disgust. Regardless, she felt keenly that her utterance bore truth.
Every living thing was a creation of duality, both beauty and beast. Just like the wintery scene around them.
There were times, moments, instances where the silence was preferable, but Siobhan found solace in the subtle signs the universe afforded her when it was awake.
A sun could only shine for so long before it burnt itself out, the pressure and strain too great. There was space in the sky for the moon, too.
She noted he moved his face away from her, shielding the half of him that was marred. It hadn't offended her and it would take much more than a ragged mug to chase her away, but she knew how it was to hide one's wounds.
Fresh or scarred, it was instinct to hide the parts of oneself from the encroaching eyes of others. Everyone had them - those marks of misfortune; some wore them while others internalized them, bearing them on their heart and soul. Siobhan was the latter, with few having ever seen beyond the surface where she exuded calm.
With the exception of Raum, perhaps there was no one who had been afforded a window into what plagued her and left her sense of trust as brittle as the frozen branches overhead. She could still feel the prying hands from the cave of horrors, fingers digging deep into white and cocoa fur to pull away whatever parts of her they pleased - as though she remained a commodity to be consumed and exhausted.
You don't have to turn away,Siobhan murmured, though did not apologize for her prying gaze. She was a creature of watchfulness, gauging her environment and those who inhabited it. The siren paid heed to the world in a way she thought the man before her mirrored - a detail she noted favorably.
We all have ugly sides to us. Some of them are just well below the surface.
She realized her words could be construed as calloused, but they were spoken with no contempt or barbs - least of all disgust. Regardless, she felt keenly that her utterance bore truth.
Every living thing was a creation of duality, both beauty and beast. Just like the wintery scene around them.
The world doesn't speak so much during the winter,she began, a certain reverence etched into her voice.
It grows quiet, dormant.
There were times, moments, instances where the silence was preferable, but Siobhan found solace in the subtle signs the universe afforded her when it was awake.
I prefer the spring and summer, when energy buzzes all around us,Siobhan offered. Within the freezing land, she ached for the warmth of spring - when the sizzle of life itself would flood her veins.
But that doesn't mean winter is without its virtues.
A sun could only shine for so long before it burnt itself out, the pressure and strain too great. There was space in the sky for the moon, too.
