07-12-2021, 11:00 PM
within the coruscating clutch of vibrant hues intruded the stark contrast of a pallid canid. to the graze of a wandering eye she would appear to be partaking in a flippant carelessness with the way in which the length of her svelte figure lay abandoned amongst the flora. ears sloped lazily and the circular press of wide eyes focused keenly upon only what was in her immediate vision. however the curve of her serpentine positioning was far from negligent hence the sprightly dance of her neighbouring flowers continuing in an undeterred fashion, none of their peers crushed beneath the precise presence of her slim vessel. and the crease of brows hooding eyes shaded by the touch of concern were focused on the wearied stumble of a fuzzed bee.
indeed if one were to linger long enough to truly study the picture of the girl in the valley they would come to the conclusion that the astute attentiveness creatures honed in order to survive these wilds was present, however they were not being used in the best interest of the wielder and rather the miniscule life forces which existed around her.
a sigh shivered forth to stir the blades of grass reaching to tickle at the proximity of her chin, tail flicking its displeasure as the bee crashed haphazardly into her paw yet again. she didn't know what to do, she'd attempted to guide it into the silken embrace of the closest flower but it had promptly ignored what she'd been certain would be its saving grace and had continued to merely founder and fall. with each breath of the heavily scented breeze the girl had succumbed further to the clutches of fluster, paws pressing the spongy earth as teeth grit. what was its problem? why ignore the solution she posed?
a tch broke the silence, that single strum of discord frolicking forth as she pushed to a sit and sat stiff and hunched. she was being a goddamn fool and she knew it. she shouldn't have allowed herself to come here, should have known better than to let the gossamer gleam of such a beautiful existence draw her in- this was always the end result of the wild flower's touch. that irrational desperation, taking itself out on whatever was near. she had no right to command death away from this bee if it was ready to hand itself to the cradle of the dark.
she tore herself free of the chiacking stare of the closest blossom, chin tilting so that her look was met only by the endless stretch of rolling skies. clouds billowed together, allowing the fading light to bleed red and fiery from pathwork cracks. the yearn of her heart ached in dissatisfaction as she thought of the vague memory of a child who would've gasped in wonder at this sight and the fragmented life they represented.
she could not bear to be trapped in this purgatory and the cracks such a weight posed on her mind were truly starting to show.
indeed if one were to linger long enough to truly study the picture of the girl in the valley they would come to the conclusion that the astute attentiveness creatures honed in order to survive these wilds was present, however they were not being used in the best interest of the wielder and rather the miniscule life forces which existed around her.
a sigh shivered forth to stir the blades of grass reaching to tickle at the proximity of her chin, tail flicking its displeasure as the bee crashed haphazardly into her paw yet again. she didn't know what to do, she'd attempted to guide it into the silken embrace of the closest flower but it had promptly ignored what she'd been certain would be its saving grace and had continued to merely founder and fall. with each breath of the heavily scented breeze the girl had succumbed further to the clutches of fluster, paws pressing the spongy earth as teeth grit. what was its problem? why ignore the solution she posed?
a tch broke the silence, that single strum of discord frolicking forth as she pushed to a sit and sat stiff and hunched. she was being a goddamn fool and she knew it. she shouldn't have allowed herself to come here, should have known better than to let the gossamer gleam of such a beautiful existence draw her in- this was always the end result of the wild flower's touch. that irrational desperation, taking itself out on whatever was near. she had no right to command death away from this bee if it was ready to hand itself to the cradle of the dark.
she tore herself free of the chiacking stare of the closest blossom, chin tilting so that her look was met only by the endless stretch of rolling skies. clouds billowed together, allowing the fading light to bleed red and fiery from pathwork cracks. the yearn of her heart ached in dissatisfaction as she thought of the vague memory of a child who would've gasped in wonder at this sight and the fragmented life they represented.
she could not bear to be trapped in this purgatory and the cracks such a weight posed on her mind were truly starting to show.
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