[ti]Private[/ti]A companion in a silhouette Jul 9, 2019 23:29:28 GMT
Post by Syracuse on Jul 9, 2019 23:29:28 GMT
The wind shifted the pelt of a phantom, occasionally revealing the lattice work of scars that wrapped around her frame. The old crone had snuck away, rising before the sun had even puckered its rays along the coast. Although by now, pink was beginning to tinge the clouds, creating a spectacle of smattered colorings. Syracuse wound through thick foliage, head swiveling constantly in search of the path she had found a couple of days earlier. This particular path was well concealed from the worn one used by others, a quiet offshoot that led to a clearing where she could practice her physical therapy. It offered a sanctuary away from prying eyes and more so, a sanctum in which she was free to embarrass herself, away from the sinking repercussions of laughter at her expense. Her sneak aways were a culmination of feeling inadequate in some of her duties as a den mother and partly because her new life on the beach was extremely taxing on her atrophied appendage. She wanted to be able to be more active with her vivacious charges without crumbling into a spasming mess. Her disability was a constant source of embarrassment and a daily reminder her of shortcomings and now, with her new purpose in life, she sought to remedy that as best she could. Syracuse had taken to leaving early in the morning for many reasons. Mostly because she did not want to rile her little charges and secondly she didn't want to arouse suspicion. She was sure her higher up, Valkyrie would be less than keen to find the Crabs new den mother sneaking away. Although, that cur had some mystery to her. Another reason was for some privacy, something she craved when dealing with the aspect of her life that brought her great shame and anguish. Her mother was easily to blame for her disfigurement but that was another lament for another time for her to ache over.
Her amber eyes finally pierced the flora and found her intended route. It took quite a bit of bustling for her but she managed to wrestle herself free of the thorns and branches that blocked her path. Syracuse was distinctly grateful for her longer pelt, it had acted as a barrier and kept her sensitive skin free of pricking's and running crimson. She stumbled about, stretching her shoulder which had begun to ache with the sudden jostling. "Eh..time to put this curse to use, I guess." She muttered to herself, a hint of encouragement equally mixed with apprehension caressed her words. A small rabbit was oblivious to her, going about its way scavenging for some sustenance. Perhaps today the wraith could try running, an activity she reserved for circumstances of the utmost need. Partly, because she looked the part of drunken gargoyle whenever she attempted such a ludicrous experiment. She decided then, she would chase the rabbit, test the mettle of her strength and gauge her true weaknesses. It was important for Syracuse to have these excursions, she had been steadily improving herself. Of course, she always felt as if she could have progressed faster.
She padded as softly as she could, working her way around her oasis. She had to stop frequently, her fumbling gate was less than graceful and subtle. It took some time but she finally was in a position to flush the rabbit and drive him across the opening before them. She coiled herself and sprang into a clumsy lope, her shoulder dipping and rising at odd angles to accommodate for its lack of use. Her quarry sprang alive and the chase began. For a moment, the sable cur pulled even. Exhilaration egging on her faux athleticism but alas her prey easily ensured a gap between them. Syracuse had a wide grin on her scarred face, tongue hanging from her maw in an expression she wore fleetingly. She fought past the radiating sting that pulsed with each stride, proud she was pushing past her limits from the last time she had snuck away. Her pride was short lived as a well concealed tree root, hidden beneath the tall grass, thwarted her stride. The phantom nearly cartwheeled through the air before landing in a dusty heap of defeat. A crippled mess of embarrassment and lost wind. Her sides heaved against her ribcage, sucking air as she fought to regain the breath she had lost. Sparse sun rays had begun breaching the overhanging trees, casting a glow around Syracuse and the dusty wafts that encircled her.
Syracuse shut fiery amber eyes, clamping them shut against tears made of frustration and dejection. A snapping twig forced a mauled ear to flicker towards the foliage behind her. The scent of another caught her snout and she twitched. It was a scent familiar in some ways but completely foreign in others. She didn't care to move, her body ached and she was inclined to face her embarrassment with some form of her dignity in tact. "I'm afraid my embarrassment is too much of an inconvenience for me to be stalked today...Feel free to make yourself known." She choked back her earlier emotions, her voice monotone with a hint of sarcasm tossed in there. Her back still faced whatever stranger lurked, their scent still processing in her mind. She was still learning her gangmates but their scent was easily recognizable to her at this point.
tags- sativa Judah
Notes- Oh my god this is so overdue, I feel like crap for it. I had already written this post a couple of days ago and my computer ate it. Ahh poor Syra is terribly deflated right now lmao.