05-12-2018, 12:04 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Singing. Ginger ears perked at the voices. One was male, and it sounded terrified, confused. The other was female and more angry than she had heard in a long, long while. Curiosity tugged at her mind, forcing her forward. She wanted to know just what the hell was happening.
Dark honey eyes widened in astonishment at the scene laid out before her. A feline sat weeping beside a canine, locked away in ice. If Beatrice's features looked as though she had seen a ghost, it was because she had. Maise was clearly a specter, and the red heeler could not fathom seeing phantoms in broad daylight. It chilled some part of her, and she half wondered if this was a former victim coming back to haunt her.
No, it couldn't be... could it?
"Uh... Miss?" the she-dog barked, taking a small step forward. "Are you okay?" Okay, dumb fucking question but still. It needed to be asked. Or Beatrice just needed a definite answer. God, she was so bad at these types of situations. "What happened here?" Her voice was gentle, for she didn't want to startle the ghost girl away. No, this was all way too interesting to screw up now.
"I'm Beatrice, by the way. Who're you?" Though Maise had joined the Typhoon before Beatrice, their paths had not crossed until this very moment in time. Bea supposed herself was to blame, for she had been gone for a few days. Still, better late than never to become acquainted, wasn't it?
Dark honey eyes widened in astonishment at the scene laid out before her. A feline sat weeping beside a canine, locked away in ice. If Beatrice's features looked as though she had seen a ghost, it was because she had. Maise was clearly a specter, and the red heeler could not fathom seeing phantoms in broad daylight. It chilled some part of her, and she half wondered if this was a former victim coming back to haunt her.
No, it couldn't be... could it?
"Uh... Miss?" the she-dog barked, taking a small step forward. "Are you okay?" Okay, dumb fucking question but still. It needed to be asked. Or Beatrice just needed a definite answer. God, she was so bad at these types of situations. "What happened here?" Her voice was gentle, for she didn't want to startle the ghost girl away. No, this was all way too interesting to screw up now.
"I'm Beatrice, by the way. Who're you?" Though Maise had joined the Typhoon before Beatrice, their paths had not crossed until this very moment in time. Bea supposed herself was to blame, for she had been gone for a few days. Still, better late than never to become acquainted, wasn't it?
[glow=black,10,100]YOUR EYES ARE A THOUSAND TIMES DEEPER THAN THE SKY[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]AND I AM A TINY STAR, FALLING FOR ALL TIME
beatrice | grounded | sage | the typhoon