@rage-reloaded // sc.
THE SPRING'S SEIZE UNFURLS BEFORE YOU. — flourishing, flouncing, flint. there, the sharp crack of stone and metal, mineral dusting from arrowheads atop snow as impulse whistles in the air, sharp-nosed, nearly lands, but whizzes by. a different feeling, this one has. it takes the hunter a moment to recognize, but sheathing her next shot, she recognizes nature for nature, god for god, as useless these words are; or, perhaps, beast for bark. what a pretty little blonde thing she is, regardless, pearled in purple and crimson and bloom... " you don't hail from here, do you? I could've taken your head off. — what brings you to greece, in certainly the worst winter, κούρη? it can't have been the scenery... "















