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WARNING This thread contains: strong sexual content starting with the 7th(and 6th-ish) post. Reader discretion is advised. |
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She had decided to wander today. Nothing unusual for the girl; simply the Earth pulling at her to come and visit. It was a beautiful morning, albeit a bit chilly, and the sun was high in the sky, shining down with a welcoming smile to the frostbitten world below her. Sage took a deep breath of the cool air as she walked along, two-legged form covered in tailored skins and her rabbit-fur blanket for warmth, a simple leather bag slung about her body. Between her fingers lay a thin joint, as per usual, and smoke gently billowed from her narrowly opened mouth.
The light brown girl exhaled fully, smiling to herself as she continued her walk, passing through dying green fields, sun melting the frost from the plants' remaining leaves. The pretty girl pushed waves of dark brown hair from her face as the wind blew it, taking a trail of smoke from her joint along with it.
Sage wondered vaguely what she might encounter today, but was not planning her day at all. Rarely did she plan things; life was more fun, exploring it as a whole grand adventure. Although, it was always better with a partner. The girl would have loved to travel with her sister, but realized that she might have her own ideas for a fun time, apart from one another. And really, that's just fine. she thought, drawing another cloud of smoke into her lungs, the crackling of the smoldering paper delighting her ears.
She thought that her journey had only just begun, but the haze had taken over her mind. Really, she had been walking for some time. The Lykoi girl paused, yellow eyes narrowing to glance around. To her left, beyond a small clump of trees, she could barely make out a small barn, resting in what appeared to be a bed of flowers. Or, at least, a bed of dying and dead flowers.
Excitedly, she glided ahead, approaching the small trees growing there and touching them lovingly, her warm fingers caressing the cool, rough bark as one might a cheek. She passed these, and allowed the barn to come into full view, a marvelously decaying building surrounded by equally decayed foliage. It was beautiful.
As if it was instinct(and it might have been), Sage removed her sketchbook and pencil from her satchel, seating herself with her back against one of those lovely trees-- the perfect front-row seat for an artist to capture a moment. The girl began to sketch, first the outlines of the barn and it's hanging doors, and then soon the detail in it's crackled, chipped, and desaturated paint. Although most of the yellow flowers had begun to die, she drew them anyways, placing special attention on the single flower which seemed to disprove the season, standing up nearly at full height, petals only lightly touched by death. Even in death, life still remained. Even in life, death still pervaded.
Sage knew it was only a matter of time before it's petals too fell, but she would hold onto it's image in life as strongly as it still held onto it's colors.