M - love always remains

Clover Love Lykoi · 04-16-2011, 11:51 PM

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WARNING This thread contains drug use and/or references starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Date: 16 April?

Setting: Dawn's Breath

Time: Afternoon

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 446 :: I promise Clover will be in a better mood once Sirius is around! I hope this doesn't totally fail as a starting post. :3

It seemed that no matter what the girl did, she could not escape the feeling of being trapped. That wasn’t to say that Clover was unhappy, because there were plenty of things in her life that made her smile, but it remained as this feeling lingering constantly in the back of her mind. Somehow, Clover felt caged.

So it was no surprise that the hippie child had being leaving behind the security of Inferni’s borders to travel along the neutral territory snaking its way along the various pack lands. She wondered if this restless feeling had been born from her loyalty to Inferni, now that she had lived there for quite some time. Juniper Peace seemed to always be on the move, never really staying here or there for too long. Maybe it was this nomadic lifestyle that Clover missed. Whatever it was, the girl was trying to rediscover it now.

All concentration fell to the task at hand, and the smoldering joint held between her teeth almost slipped from their grip. The strain on her muscles was welcome as she heaved her way up the outcropping, trying her best to avoid any potential for injury. There was an easy way to the plateau that boasted a wonderful overview of the Dampwoods, but the girl had ignored the path. She supposed the small sense of excitement that flared as she put her lithe form to use was something she need now. That was her problem; Clover had felt incredibly numb lately.

As she finally was pulling herself over the ledge, the denim of the shorts adorning her hips snagged on the sharp rock face, and in her hustle to free it, the joint finally did slip from her mouth. Just as so. It probably contributed to that lack of feeling. Now that the girl had made it, she folded her legs beneath her like a pretzel and looked out over the edge to the small pile of her things below – the familiar knapsack containing many things she held dear, and the pearly white guitar – that had been shed prior. She had made it, but now what?

Sighing, the girl let her frame fall back onto the ledge, pale yellow eyes rising to the sky and searching the clouds for some sort of sign. She felt so alone somehow, and it was tragic. Nature was the one thing Clover had always clung dear too. The young Lykoi had never felt more content than when she was immersed in the beauty of the world. And yet now, there was nothing. The flower child, who found happiness and love within every living thing, now felt more isolated than ever.

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