Desreal: |NICODEMUS| explain to me the methods of your madness

”Nicodemus.”

The voice fell from the black lips like rain upon a parched earth. Quiet, calm eyes of molten gold peered through the forested realm that seemed to breathe with her. Woods always seemed so alive, but Huyana had never been overly fond of them. It was hard to catch the rain beneath the trees, and while they might feel comforting and offer cover, they equally felt oppressive and suffocating to the roan. She flicked her black tail across her blue haunches. The sound whispered as it cut through the silent air, the threads striking a nearby tree trunk with a hollow slap.

She sighed softly, her water pulling at the threads of her internal body, questioning the trip from the sea. But it should understand, water was like her in so many ways. It needed to run and flow, it was not still and neither was she. The ocean captivated her, but all shine fades from the new and lustrous. She has a wanderer’s heart. ”I have questions to ask you.” She murmured softly again. Her lids shut over her wandering eyes, shutting the world into darkness as she waited for the sound of his steady breathing, his passing hoof steps, his answering lyrics. She waited for the burn of his fire in the air.

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