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Date: 20Apr2011 (Forward)Setting: Inferni → D'Neville Time: Mid-morning, early afternoon Character Form: Optime Requested Participants: The more the merrier! Participant Preferences: Inferni only Thread Direction: Learning, painting, music and general socialization. Ideal Participant Speed: At least once per week, or more? Maybe once every two weeks. Ideal Thread Length: Longish. |
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Chilling near the eastern wall of the mansion, further into the forest. The mural is described, and though I don't particularly believe it's capable of inducing a necessity for the Mature tag, tell me if you think it is. Looking for as many members of Inferni as possible! Just jump in whenever you get the time and you'll be added to the posting order. This is primarily for people who want to a) learn guitar (Maki) or b) learn how to paint (Sage); anyone, however, is invited to participate.
The fumes from her paint left the Optio a bit light headed as she stepped back to study the work. Since her roll in the grass with Revan, it had really come into its own. Along with the beautiful blue sky and magnificent pond, figures were easy to recognize. A morbid depiction of a dark Luperci was crushed on the shore of the pond, painted blood soaking into flat green grass and coasting smoothly over the crystalline surface of the pond. As the scene turned from macabre pastoral to dark and eerie forest, mottled bodies of others could be identified. Reds and browns covered the large halfling form of a coyote, crimson eyes giving the face away as Hybrid Holocaust, while the dark body of their Aquila lurked behind gnarled trunks. Even her cousin, strange and unpleasant Halo, made her appearance in the darkness between the trees. White rats littered the ground at her feet.
She was proud of the work. Even if she'd taken so many hours away from her world to create it, she was proud of the almost finished product. The slowly growing grass bore a coat of her efforts; new sprouting foliage was colored in shades of paint much like the exterior wall of the house. Eventually she'd want to show Ezekiel. Maybe he'd appreciate it, more than she expected one of her cousins to.
With an exhausted sigh, the paint-covered Lykoi dropped inelegantly to the ground. Most days she'd take a nap, regardless of the exposure to other members of the clan; that day, however, she'd brought along the beat-up guitar that she'd once loved to play. Strings curled from their broken points. It didn't stop her from playing it. Even with minimal chord usage, her fingers strummed a melancholy tune. Without lyrics, Talitha hummed the sorrowful melody to accompany the guitar. The paint dried slowly on the wall of the mansion behind her.
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