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Posted by Ap Albatross on January 23, 2009, 11:57 am She is like her mother, not exactly so, but enough that it’s no secret that Fei contributed more to her daughter than Rook ever did.
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Which, in this case might be good.
The color of her skin is difficult describe; imagine something old and rusted that has been abandoned, over time spider webs collect over it and those (over time) get abandoned as well. That is how Albatross looks. She is nothing but hard bodied muscle and tight skin to go over it, her hair is longer, thicker, wavier, and spiderwebs run like lace along her body and twist around the strands of her hair matting the ends into dreads. She looks wild, like she came from the earth and was made of all things in it. Twigs and leaves are twisted into her mane and tail, and vines shoot out from the soft soil to wrap around her ankles as if saying, please don’t leave me, only to break apart when she steps away. Her eyes are wise beyond her years, she is no goddess, no oracle, but she is something, and no one really knows what it is.
There’s really only one thing that has brought her back here if it weren’t for the fact that she will only ever be loyal to the wolves, it’s Nicodemus, the wind whispers his presence in the meadow and so she comes immediately to find him. Why?
Because he is her only friend and she wants to see him, even if she doesn’t have a reason to.
The wind smells faintly of an ocean that does not belong to Legend, but of an ocean from where she was conceived and born, Oreallo, and with that briny scent comes the fragrant smell of flowers like jasmine and lavender. Birds start to gather around on the trees surrounding the fire stallion and chirp noisily, speaking of her arrival before she can even be seen. It isn’t long after however, that the gold-red mare steps around the corner of the tree and finds him. “Nicodemus,” she breathes, a sigh of relief escaping along with it before stepping towards him. Nightingales attach themselves to the thick gobs of silky soft mane and start to weave things into it, this she pays very little mind to as she continues to walk towards him, a small but shy smile creeping across her face.
“I’ve been gone for awhile.” She mentions, “—and I’ve missed you.” Albatross stops just a few feet shy of him, knowing that her water is his weakness but her earth is her own against him, the air that surrounds her goes still as she quiets the element for now. “You’re different.”
She takes a step towards him, tilting her head to the side, her jade eyes sparkling in the pale light of day. “—Like me.” She muses out loud, wondering if it is true.
“When did it happen?” She asks, not clarifying what it is she senses (she Sees) inside of him.
I smelled her burning flesh, her rotting bones, her decay…
wind III by birth, water I by choice, earth I by force, and using Birdsong
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