Jacrezz
Knight
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- 26
- Age
- 26
The Sister's moon shone high in the sky, full and round like a watchful eye. How Liarah knew which moon was whose was a mystery even to her, and she quickly ignored the unwanted idea of it being instinctual to instead glare at the brightly shining rock above. All around her, darkness danced, shadows shifting on their journeys through the night. In the distance a banshee screamed out at the silence cicadas and locusts tried so desperately to fill. A herd of faeling skipped blissfully into the clearing under the bluff Liarah had paused at the edge of. Several fauns and a trio of centaurs kept careful watch over the careless group rolling in the moonlight. A stallion with skin darker than dusk and eyes as golden as noon snapped his gaze to Liarah, and for a moment the kitsune worried he'd draw his bow on her. A sudden quick wind whipped fallen leaves through the air and her burning fur before a cool dark shadow pooled across her shoulders. The stallion looked quickly away, and Liarah could breathe again as his massive form shepherded his changes into a loose mob. She looked at the moon, wondered if it looked back, then glanced up to the tree branch above her. Shadows shivered and two eyes pale as milk gleamed down at her from where the Omen roosted. It was a large beast, three times her size at least, and had followed her for as long as she had memories. Or rather, they took turns leading each other through the worlds. It cawed sharply, the sound echoing so loud even the banshees flinched, but Liarah just flicked her ears and stood up.
A large bird flew quickly through the sky that night, weaving in and out of the two mirror worlds with a natural ease. If anyone had cared to look below the black beast, they'd have seen a small kitsune running along. She was barely more than a kit, slipping between the worlds in a much more practiced dance, and burned blue in an impossible way. First and only kit bore of the nine tails Emarry and Zakeal, she was Liarah. She burned pure like no other had in centuries, raced a creature too feared for most to look upon, and was watched by the moons in the sky.
A large bird flew quickly through the sky that night, weaving in and out of the two mirror worlds with a natural ease. If anyone had cared to look below the black beast, they'd have seen a small kitsune running along. She was barely more than a kit, slipping between the worlds in a much more practiced dance, and burned blue in an impossible way. First and only kit bore of the nine tails Emarry and Zakeal, she was Liarah. She burned pure like no other had in centuries, raced a creature too feared for most to look upon, and was watched by the moons in the sky.