#toxisley.

demi - goddess of meander doesn't usually raise her sword, not against the earth & it's more pure creatures————a distant mother of hers would heed this as disrespect in any other sense————but divine feminine's silhouette in the fog of rushing reservoir had an ... unsettling aura. horrific in places that were previous kind, infection spreading along the lines of the rapids yara held dear... overgrowth taking place in unwelcoming home of the fauna she adored. deep green matches amber hues & it makes the jaguar stir like rot settling in, a paralyzing pestilence... wrapped in vines that haven't yet twined. sword unsheathed & raised higher; a warning, " i know you. " goddess of green. a mean thing. side steps from comfort of brush to water.. feet planted to anchor if she attempts a lunge, hand finds band of golden bolas as a life-force, a last resort if a warrior's lifeline fails her. " ————you are not welcome here. "

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you have never been great at hiding,   not physically at least.   when it comes to veiling yourself   &   the rot that sits underneath,   that comes simpler.   to hide would be to become prey,   to stand your ground in your father's doting love would be to pretend that you were his equal.   that was how you had to survive.

as @toxisley speaks,   her voice more powerful than what you know will be the quaking uneven tone that slips through your lips,   you stand   (   with fists balled at your side to hide the shake that moves through your body   ).   " i - i'm sorry. "   for being in the wrong place at the wrong time,   the curse that you have learned is perhaps the very shadow that follows you each day.   you have never been in the right place,   there never will be the right time.   that is what it means to be a.bigail hobbs.