Flesh and jelly... Meat could be removed and there were plenty of desert predators who would gladly feast upon it. Blood, though. Blood remained. Sank into soil and dust, offering liquid refreshment.
"Time was, when the ground ran fresh with crimson, men would celebrate it."
If insect life could be heard, it often quietened at times like these. When her presence could be felt to coalesce and wander. A voice given to melodious chime and slithering half-way between the realms of telepathic and audible.
"But perhaps the days of Tiberius Gracchus still offer lessons from which we can learn."
Decked out in a courtly dress of the damned, the figure might have been taken for wearing fancy dress, were it not for her presence. For her ghostly complexion, too, pale enough for curiosity to wonder if, beneath clothing, skeletal ribs might be visible. If so, one wouldn't know it for the casual smile witnessed upon those black lips.
"To stand for one's principles can lead to considerable inconvenience."
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on 2014-05-11 09:26 pm (UTC)"Time was, when the ground ran fresh with crimson, men would celebrate it."
If insect life could be heard, it often quietened at times like these. When her presence could be felt to coalesce and wander. A voice given to melodious chime and slithering half-way between the realms of telepathic and audible.
"But perhaps the days of Tiberius Gracchus still offer lessons from which we can learn."
Decked out in a courtly dress of the damned, the figure might have been taken for wearing fancy dress, were it not for her presence. For her ghostly complexion, too, pale enough for curiosity to wonder if, beneath clothing, skeletal ribs might be visible. If so, one wouldn't know it for the casual smile witnessed upon those black lips.
"To stand for one's principles can lead to considerable inconvenience."