Solira: The Ocean: Who is it for? TRAZZY

Datura, could now be found bordering a state of utter boredom and neurosis brought forth by the idle standing around she had taken to. Almost snoozing as her porcelain eyelids fell rather lazily across her dark eyes and her head would occasionally drop and startle her into a state of consciousness. Thereafter, the process would once again commence. She didn't know how much time had passed. How long she stood there looking even more dead. If such a thing were possible. She felt her body stir. A prickling charge had her hairs on end. Her element pulsated towards a silhouette closer to the shore. At first glance she thought him mad. His head low and eyes wildly darting about. But then she wasn't really the right person to be passing judgment on an issue like sanity. It was all relative anyways. Her 's liked to take a vacation now an then.

As she slinked closer she could finally make out just who it was.. The look on her face bordered between confusion and trepidation. This was their army's commander? Standing in all his glory triumphing over...a bunny. She shivered in awe. No wait, that was just the cold breeze blowing by.

Her head tilted slightly with that curious puppy-dog look. Her black eyes narrowing at his words. Her soft subtle voice mused back at him, ”Ah, a comedian - how quaint.” Her teeth gritted slightly behind that smirk of hers. She watched the sad little thing writhe and squirm on the ground, but she could feel no pity. She knew death well enough to know that it wasn't damnation, but freedom. Damnation was this filthy ground beneath her feet. The burning salty air blowing in from the sea. This cold and rigid body that she would never again escape.

She yawned idly as the creature gave one last shudder and went soft and quiet in the cool ocean sand. She envied that creature.
She kept her eyes on it for longer than necessary. Her thoughts drifting away to god knows where. She finally blinked her eyes back up to the stallion's. Her body lulling a soft sigh before her voice returned once more, rather tired, ”You don't have anything better to play with?” Whether it was sarcasm, straight out bitterness, or simply just indifference it was impossible to tell.

D A T U R A
Solemn at the wake, hand in hand with the devil, singing "Hallelujah"

EARTH III + LIGHTNING III + AIR I

THE REVENANT
disjecta membra \\ devil's trumpet