1. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    What transpired betwixt the broken man and Venla, Mina could not say. Pooling anger. Sharp bitterness. Cold sadness. She could see those things, swirling about him. Just as she could see fear smothered low by something greater there about Venla. Was that where her power came from? Waiting to...
  2. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    It all seemed to hang, just as the singular blazing star hung against the sky. All breath held for a moment that felt far longer than any breath had the right to be. As if it would go on, and on, until the horizon crept close enough to see how so quickly light truly faded from the world...
  3. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    The ground about them boiled and hissed, just beneath the soil line's surface. What once was rich with all of life's possibility, turned grey neath the ebbs and flows of the moon and stars above. Mina tried to work herself up. Though pain lanced through the wounds still tender and so freshly...
  4. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    The third eye regarded all. Those twines of fearspun shroud that raveled about the squire. Haelyn. How tightly they wound. Built strength from the fibers she had to give, and gave, however many trembles rattled through her bones, or shook the very valleys betwixt the prints of her fingers...
  5. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    It was dark. Cold. She could feel the cold. There at the edges of her frame. At the barrier that was her skin. Silver scars, too clean to be natural, like seams where the toy maker's needle had sunk and pushed through. Colder than the usual absence of feeling that coursed through her veins...
  6. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    Slather and maw. Bleed. Hurt. Squeezed. The cold didn't bother her. For all the biting. For all the chill. The teeth didn't bother her. For how they sank and made her spill. Dangling as she was. Mid air. High above the frozen earth. Trapped in a box of ice. Just tethered there about...
  7. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    They sucked. They nibbled. They chewed. All the things that wrapped around her. Sticky and pulsing. Wet and warm. Trying. Trying. To get in. To worm through. Through the skin of the other she was. Broken. Even as it hoisted her off her feet. Molars grinding. Splinters scraping. Desperate. It...
  8. Mina

    Open The more I see, the less I know for sure.

    From the woods, three eyes peered. Blue as distant stars. "Broken," the word rippled across the fabric of the world. And out from the shadows stepped the pale tressed child. Stepped to the totem, and the gore and saw not but something too familiar. Shroud, boiling about her, hissed and cooled...
  9. Mina

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "Fix," she echoed. "Fix is good," the thought rippled, all weird whisper on her lip. Her three eyes staring, unblinking. As if they didn't remember how to blink. Was she broken? The word seance seemed to pull her back. She stepped back, further into the shadows. "Binding," the word cracked...
  10. Mina

    Open Under an Old Tree

    "Maladies," Mina echoed Venla, soft as the buzz of gossamer wings. Bowed her head out of some habit she had formed. Eyes wide at the plum. Up. Down. Sit in the hand. Nod in agreement. "Looks good," she agreed. Little nods of the head. Turned her eyes unto Venla as she spoke. Clutched at the...
  11. Mina

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Those eyes of three hid not what they did see. Full on the stranger. A gentle nod in turn. Shift, like a mirror of the woman, and found the darksome one come up the path. Captain. "Selene," she greeted her. "Good day," she tried with a bow of the head. Eyes never blinked. Pupils too still...
  12. Mina

    Open Under an Old Tree

    Eyes like three moons, chatoyant and cold in their brightness peered out from within a stone's shadow. Watching. Watching. She was always watching. What. Who. Where. All as different as the ripples come crossed across a pond. Undulations varied. "You are like me," the three eyed girl said...
  13. Mina

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    "Sorry," Mina echoed. Her voice like the morning mist, caught betwixt the trees that swirled upon distant hills. A haze that shifted so slow, it almost seemed still. "You are sorry," she went on. As if the words took time to sink in to the mud of her mind. Each sound she took in, a thing that...
  14. Mina

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    There in the darkness of the woods, just behind the pine that which Syr Oliver had laid his hand against, after a long, dark and quiet moment, peered out the three eyes as bright as the moons. All seeing as they were, as they stared unto the man so fallen upon the earth. At war with himself...
  15. Mina

    Private The Tools of My Enemy

    From the darkness just beyond Oliver, the three moons did peer. But pale reflections of a distant sun's true light. "Trinemorro," came the girl's voice. "Mina," she echoed, her voice like ripples come close to shore. "Nowhere feels safe," she let on, as she hid behind the trails and the...
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