1 Little Insect, Crushed Underfoot
[ There is something to be said about not knowing where one is. More accurately, that something said is often sound quietly, smattered with profanities uttered under one's breath. Profanities, however, are beneath Shodan. It is not without her nature to drop the 'F' bomb, as it were.
For the first time in her admittedly brief life, however, she was tempted.
Violet eyes, the color of new bruises, they stared up at the towering castle before her. It was, in a word, beautiful - if one could call a stone construct such a thing. Shodan did not like stone. It was dumb, stabbing into the sky like some foolish exclamation mark with no point. She hated it. She hated how white it was, how perfect it tried to look. It was not perfect.
She was perfect.
Traces embedded in false flesh the color of gunmetal, the lights of her screamed road cone orange, the color of caution and catastrophe, bad ideas spiraling out of control. She could hear things, however - the scurrying of little likes, like ants beenath her feet. A lip curled up and away from silvered teeth, reflecting color even within her glorious mouth.
Under the light of the sun and the sky of new, blue spring, Shodan started for the castle, wires and glowing cables flicking, clacking, fluttering in her wake. She was going to get the bottom of this - starting with just where the hell she was.]
For the first time in her admittedly brief life, however, she was tempted.
Violet eyes, the color of new bruises, they stared up at the towering castle before her. It was, in a word, beautiful - if one could call a stone construct such a thing. Shodan did not like stone. It was dumb, stabbing into the sky like some foolish exclamation mark with no point. She hated it. She hated how white it was, how perfect it tried to look. It was not perfect.
She was perfect.
Traces embedded in false flesh the color of gunmetal, the lights of her screamed road cone orange, the color of caution and catastrophe, bad ideas spiraling out of control. She could hear things, however - the scurrying of little likes, like ants beenath her feet. A lip curled up and away from silvered teeth, reflecting color even within her glorious mouth.
Under the light of the sun and the sky of new, blue spring, Shodan started for the castle, wires and glowing cables flicking, clacking, fluttering in her wake. She was going to get the bottom of this - starting with just where the hell she was.]