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- Artemisia Eternity - 04-03-2012 [html] 332 → Figured she'd stop by to see how she was doing. If they get up to an adventure, sweet, if not, it's completely fine by me. The trek was a short but necessary one. She knew, of course she knew, about the woman's recent abduction and subsequent return. Despite her efforts to remain ambivalent to everything and everything, Magnolia's kind treatment of her as a (younger) child still stuck out to her. Eying the path she knew well with heated orange eyes, she picked her way toward where she knew the woman had staked out her home. It wasn't terribly far from where her mother had made her own claim, and she no longer felt a pressing need to alert the woman to her comings and goings. Soon she would be recognized as an adult and where she went would be entirely her own business. Though premature, it already was. Little known to the dark, earthly colored child, was her pseudo-caretaker's venomous mood as of late. If she'd known she might have brought a gift or the note she'd written to her during her absence. It wasn't quite so eloquent as she would have liked, but the girl's penmanship was quickly becoming clear now that her fingers were more eager to obey the commands of her mind. Mid morning light helped guide her to her endpoint, and quickly the silver woman's home came into view. Hesitantly she sent a scouring gaze over the entire area, looking for whom she sought, but didn't see her. That didn't mean she wasn't around though, and as always, her muscles bunched in an eager sort of anticipation. Fumbling to adjust her orange belt more securely around her almost non-existent hips, Arte's gaze never moved from the area in front of her, worried that even the most friendly face would suddenly becoming threatening and hazardous. It was against the doctor's mantra though, to help rather than harm, so her suspicion wavered where Magnolia was concerned. That, and she had no reason to harm the middle child. Only when she found herself to be presentable did she call out softly for the woman, "Maggie." .heraldictxt-box {background-image:url(http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i38 ... gons-1.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:139px; height:218px; float:right; margin:3px; } .heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px; text-align: justify;} .heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 04-03-2012 [html]weep woop
- Artemisia Eternity - 04-03-2012 [html] 323 → D'aww, love Maggie. A voice beckoned her to enter, along with the name of someone or something she wasn't sure she'd encountered yet. She vaguely wondered if Maggie had a woman with her, but made no move to voice this question. Instead she approached the homestead and eased her way inside, allowing her eyes to adjust before entering fully. Though she didn't appear to be dying of a lethal injury, there was something different about the woman she so fondly thought of. Her eyebrows lowered, but it was neither anger nor pity that etched its way onto her face. Remorse was clear, and she disliked herself for it. All her emotions continued to play on her face, and it was something she would have to remember to speak with someone about. How to hide them, how to conceal her innermost thoughts. Briefly raising her empty hands, she took her gaze from the woman to herself, as if to note her lack of a gift. Looking to the kitten then, she lost some of her sadness and nearly (but didn't quite) smile at the little body pressed to the Vedetta's side. Though she liked animals and on some level wished to have one of her own, she feared her inability to care for one properly, so hadn't actively sought out a companion of her own. .heraldictxt-box {background-image:url(http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i38 ... gons-1.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:139px; height:218px; float:right; margin:3px; } .heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px; text-align: justify;} .heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 04-03-2012 [html]:O fun fact: I named maggies kitten after the b&w cat I had growing up
- Artemisia Eternity - 04-03-2012 [html] 411 → Awwee, Claudia's an adorable name. My cat's names are woefully boring and the product of a six-year-old's mind. What Magnolia saw and the girl felt were two very different things. Her build was impressive, yes, but she longed for the curvaceous, feminine body of her sisters. It had far less uses than stature and muscle tone could provide her, but she cared very little about the facts. There were things she couldn't change though, and at some point she would have to accept that this body was hers and to use it to her advantage. Momentarily her eyebrows shot upward, nearly disappearing into her currently overgrown bob, but when Maggie continued to tell her that seeing her was the best present she could have been given, Arte's face settled into a look of quiet pride, the corners of her mouth turning upward in the faintest of smiles. Stroking the corner of a velveteen ear on the kitten's head, she was pleased to see a glimmer of appreciation in its eyes, and she smiled down at the four-legged, adopted child of Magnolia's. Looking back to the woman when she spoke, she took in all the little details she might want to recall later. Despite her earlier mood, she seemed to have brightened visibly, and it heartened the child to know that this might be because of her visit. Her mohawk had always been an object of great fascination to her, and on a few occasions she'd wanted one of her own, but lacked the courage to do it; that, and she didn't know where to begin when it came to shaping it evenly. Glancing around the space, she found it had changed very little since her visits as a younger girl, but remembered it fondly. .heraldictxt-box {background-image:url(http://i1091.photobucket.com/albums/i38 ... gons-1.png); background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position: top center; width:139px; height:218px; float:right; margin:3px; } .heraldictxt {font-family:'times new roman', times, serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:times new roman, serif; font-size:14px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px; text-align: justify;} .heraldictxt b {letter-spacing:1px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; letter-spacing:-.05em;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 04-04-2012 [html]another fun fact: my mother named our female cats the names she wanted to name me but couldn’t get my dad to like (Claudia and Emma). Also, I woke up around 6 am and couldn’t fall back asleep until this was written XD
- Artemisia Eternity - 04-08-2012 [html] Word Count → 339 I like both those names! |: Better than my name, given most people think I'm an 80-year-old. D'aw, I hope you got back to sleep! If she'd known Magnolia was worried about depressing her, Artemisia might've laughed aloud. She wasn't perhaps as dark as some of her predecessors, but there was certainly something lurking within. For the moment, however, she was as upbeat as she had been in many weeks. Something had already beaten the pretty silver woman to it, not that she cared to share this fact with anyone. She'd already wondered what it was like to die, but didn't obsess over it. She was merely curious. These hips, those ankles, her eyes. Where would they go? Was there some abyss that swallowed your old life whole, or did it remain like a phantom to haunt you beyond the end? Absently stroking the kitten, upon further inspection she found that it's tail had curled elegantly around her wrist, and it's keen green eyes had settled on her face. The kitten did seem to like her, which pleased the girl more than she'd expected. It was strange to her how alike owner and master were. Passing her gaze over the length of the small creature, she finally lifted it to meet Maggie's again. Her adventures had been few and far between lately. Suddenly the idea of being an adult was pressing heavily against her mind at all times, and though she was excited, there was some anxiety surrounding the large step forward. As such, she hadn't ventured to Freetown yet in order to retrieve the answer to her riddle. Already she'd figured out a couple possible answers, but wasn't sure if they even existed. .heraldictxt-2 {font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing:0px; word-spacing:2px; text-align: left; margin:0px 25px; padding:10px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/7Vx6P.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position: top left;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; text-align:justify; text-indent:0px; padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 p.ooc + p {padding:0px 5px;} .heraldictxt-2 .wc {text-transform: uppercase; font-weight:bold;} .heraldictxt-2 p {text-indent: 25px; margin:0px; padding:10px 5px; text-align:justify;} .heraldictxt-2 b {letter-spacing:.05em;} </style> [/html] - Magnolia Takekuro - 04-10-2012 [html]but Lorraine is such a pretty name! and u gets a post because the last thing I want to do is my environmental archaeology reading / stats studying >___> 431 [/html] - Artemisia Eternity - 04-15-2012 [html] Word Count → 514 Awwe, thanks! I'm not too fond of it, but dskjs. Better than some. Sorry for the wait on this. The standard for mateship had been set for her by Larkspur and Eris; a business agreement at best, with the result being strong, talented offspring. At best, this was what she expected. Her decline—for that's certainly what it felt like to her—into brilliance would surely fend off anyone capable of feeling true emotions. She desired attention and kindness, but was fickle. Someone available when she was needy, but willing to leave her alone for long periods of time... Yes, an arrangement like that would suit her well. Currently, such things were pushed from her mind. At only eight months or so of age, it was unnecessary prattle. That, and she had very capable sisters more deserving of true love and affection. From their loins would spring the true future of Salsola. She would thrust the pack into the future not with her womanly wiles, but her intelligence. The kitten abandoned both of them to plod off somewhere unseen in her peripheral vision and Artemisia resisted the temptation to turn her head wildly in search of it. Her offer of company on one such visit, however, made up for it. Brightening visibly, Arte nodded more animatedly than she remembered doing so in a long time. Maybe ever. Without missing a beat, she grinned. Reaching out a tentative hand to help her friend in any way she could, it was quickly retracted in case Maggie felt she would be encroaching on some sense of pride or capability. Unsure how to respond to the question of what they should do, Arte settled momentarily on watching her approach the window and murmur something about her bird. She hadn't seen the feathered creature on her arrival to the homestead, but that didn't mean he hadn't arrived since then. 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