she had disrobed, and she was waiting on the floor

China Rose Lykoi · 01-17-2011, 09:10 AM

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ooc: halcyon mountains, a small shack between inferni and anathema borders

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Snow had fallen during the night.

The air was bitterly cold, and China felt unwell. Curled up on the hard wood of the shack, it was no wonder that she had been chilled to the bone - the crumbling mountainside cottage had long since been stripped of any homely offal that it may once have held warm, cradled within four walls that were now splintered by wind and weather. The cool zephyr found weaselly nooks and crannies between the bones of the dwelling, whistling its seductive breath through every peephole. She had awaken, shivering rather terribly, and experienced in full the strange sensation that had been gradually creeping up on her hippie's soul since the moment she had set foot on the tainted soil of Inferni. Hatred. What poisonous feeling was this, that which eroded her being from the inside out, made her hate the beauty of the earthmother? What acidic curse had been placed on her by the blood from which she had sprung, that even a child so bright and full of false love could feel the teeth of this mongrel emotion gnawing at her hollow bird-bones?

She had come to the mountain for solitude, and for goodness, thinking that the break from social pack life would provide her with a window to reconnect, to re-establish the bonds she had once shared with the earth around her. Instead, the gaping stained-glass windows offered her only a cruel view of the blanching whiteness that now surrounded her. In the winter, China felt more cut off from the teachings of Juniper Peace than in any other season. It was when the mother slumbered, deep within her ivory blankets, at the core of the world, at the heart of all things. But in doing so, she had left China Rose - Most dedicated, most lovely China Rose - to brave the craven top-world alone. This feeling of vertigo and disenchantment scared her. The Lykoi princess had always had to struggle a little harder than her siblings to stay true to the teachings of Peace and Love, but this hate - sprung from some well unfounded, unfurling dark petals to burst into bloom - was sinking deeper and deeper into her. She was scared, because she had no idea where it came from.

Moving to sit against one of the walls, the willow-slim girl wrapped somewhat lanky arms about her maybe too-long legs, trying to hold in the shivers. It had been stupid to stay out here, alone, and no doubt her frozen body would pay dearly for the mistake. Slightly glazed Lapis Lazuli, devious of its usual mischief and mirth, gazed blankly out one stained window into the grey abysmal sky beyond. When this strange mood had snuck up on her in the past, she had been able to beat it back down with stubborn optimism; A defiance for the heavy weights of reality. Trying to clear her slightly muddled mind, the girl thought of those she had met, those who she had enjoyed the company of - That beautiful ebony wolfess, Azalea... Oh, and Shiloh, of flowers and butterflies! Of course, her sisters, Sage and Clover, they who would forever hold a solid ground in her frisky heart. And the nameless boy, him too.

She had thought of him fleetingly the past week. For some reason, the memory of what they had shared conjured a peculiar numbness in her. No negative feelings, no - Just the sense of waiting, waiting for something to happen. The inevitable mystery that had shrouded him was still something to be merry about, but no; Just the numbness. Perhaps that was why she had come to this hovel, to see if that might stir more emotion.

Stiff fingers tried to rub some warmth back into silvery pelt, but failed. She was not alarmed yet, knowing far too little of any medical sensibility to consider that this sort of numbness she felt could be more than just the mind, more than just a passing phase. Mind drifted absently to the family that waited for her, back behind the gaping eyesockets of skewered skulls. Kaena would be cross with her for acting so unreasonably, but how would China explain that she had needed to be here, when she wasn't sure why herself? The formidable thought of her grandmother's worry and subsequent disapproval would have been enough to stir the girl into motion, so that she might have left the decrepit shanty, but her legs didn't seem willing to move. Exhaling a disappointed puff of steam into the brisk air, the Lykoi princess curled tighter into herself, fighting a bizarre sense of hopelessness that she had never before been able to recognize.

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