Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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A small notebook lined in green and covered with soft tan suede. Its pages traced with elegant script. These are my ramblings.. some works in progress, maybe a story or two, some snippets. Feel free to read and comment if you like.
This first one may do well with a co-writer as a thread, I haven't decided yet.
Aelyus
Her bare feet made tracks over the unnatural ground, each step leaving tiny bits of her essence behind, leached into the unforgiving pavement. Minute angry stones, so far from their home took their anger out on the raw soles of her tired feet. She'd been wandering for days.
It was the hot season, the time when it was expected that you had already prepared, leaves budded, rutting complete, new roots spread into the ground. In so many ways Her creatures should by now be past newness and prepared for the incubating sun that so parched the earth even while its radiance ripened fruit and grain. Aelyus was out of cycle. There had been no rutting for her, no mating, her body lay fallow for want of a child. She was barely a child herself and what should have been her first season found her wandering unnatural stone.
A breeze whipped past her, teasing. It lifted her skirt, exposing her calves to the hot air, the back of her knees to the fierce sun. Aelyus could feel its baleful glare condemning and punishing. Ethereal eyes followed the errant breeze as it lazily lifted a small bit of paper into the air. Signs, portents, everything that happened, everything that moved reflected her goddesses’ will. Even amidst this place the humans called a city, most living things knew and followed the rhythm of the land and if one looked closely and listened carefully, one could find one's way in life. She could find her way.
Humans. They had risen suddenly, not so long ago in her people’s memory, a mere blink and they were there trodding the soil in feet as bare as hers. Unlike her they were born to this land, rising from the ocean’s gestating womb. For millennia they had roamed, foraging, dancing, fucking, fighting, crying out in glorious celebration of spirit; a spirit that was the pride of their earthly mother. But something went wrong. Human feet no longer touched the earth. They no longer meandered here and there, following the flow of their mother, but rather made straight lines, carving Her flesh to impose their own will. They secluded themselves in artificial dwellings that blocked out the sun and the wind and rain, separated them from life herself.
Aelyus took shelter under an awning of some building seemingly made of air. Its reflective surface proved hard to the touch, sturdy enough to lean against and rest. A delicate hand reached into a small bag and emerged with a couple of grapes. This was the last of her food. Fruit didn’t last long in this sun, but only the juice of it was close enough to the nectar that her body craved. She needed more, had to stay strong for the months to come when new life would begin stirring inside her.
As she sat on the raging unforgiving street, watching the two legged creatures follow their garish straight lines she pulled her knees to her chest and let her tears reach across the void, begging for the hand of her mother.
This first one may do well with a co-writer as a thread, I haven't decided yet.
Aelyus
Her bare feet made tracks over the unnatural ground, each step leaving tiny bits of her essence behind, leached into the unforgiving pavement. Minute angry stones, so far from their home took their anger out on the raw soles of her tired feet. She'd been wandering for days.
It was the hot season, the time when it was expected that you had already prepared, leaves budded, rutting complete, new roots spread into the ground. In so many ways Her creatures should by now be past newness and prepared for the incubating sun that so parched the earth even while its radiance ripened fruit and grain. Aelyus was out of cycle. There had been no rutting for her, no mating, her body lay fallow for want of a child. She was barely a child herself and what should have been her first season found her wandering unnatural stone.
A breeze whipped past her, teasing. It lifted her skirt, exposing her calves to the hot air, the back of her knees to the fierce sun. Aelyus could feel its baleful glare condemning and punishing. Ethereal eyes followed the errant breeze as it lazily lifted a small bit of paper into the air. Signs, portents, everything that happened, everything that moved reflected her goddesses’ will. Even amidst this place the humans called a city, most living things knew and followed the rhythm of the land and if one looked closely and listened carefully, one could find one's way in life. She could find her way.
Humans. They had risen suddenly, not so long ago in her people’s memory, a mere blink and they were there trodding the soil in feet as bare as hers. Unlike her they were born to this land, rising from the ocean’s gestating womb. For millennia they had roamed, foraging, dancing, fucking, fighting, crying out in glorious celebration of spirit; a spirit that was the pride of their earthly mother. But something went wrong. Human feet no longer touched the earth. They no longer meandered here and there, following the flow of their mother, but rather made straight lines, carving Her flesh to impose their own will. They secluded themselves in artificial dwellings that blocked out the sun and the wind and rain, separated them from life herself.
Aelyus took shelter under an awning of some building seemingly made of air. Its reflective surface proved hard to the touch, sturdy enough to lean against and rest. A delicate hand reached into a small bag and emerged with a couple of grapes. This was the last of her food. Fruit didn’t last long in this sun, but only the juice of it was close enough to the nectar that her body craved. She needed more, had to stay strong for the months to come when new life would begin stirring inside her.
As she sat on the raging unforgiving street, watching the two legged creatures follow their garish straight lines she pulled her knees to her chest and let her tears reach across the void, begging for the hand of her mother.
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