Nothing lasts forever

Ahiga Nishant · 03-04-2012, 02:53 PM

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The same old streets, just a different name.
Same old house, just the family's changed.

Word Count :: 318 :3

Again and again he chipped into the wood, green eyes completely fixated upon the task at hand, oblivious to what was going on around him. So far he had managed to get the general outline of Lokni's head into the wood, his style used thick grooves to define things and the shapes were emphasized and exaggerated giving his work a more abstract appearance. Overall he planned to only have features such as paws, eyes and mouth protruding from the bulk of the totem, the rest of the details would be painted with black and other colours to make it both bright and interesting.

Leaning back he squinted his eyes and looked at the outline, plucking a carving knife from the ground beside him he began to round some of the corners off, as sharp corners looked strange where Loki himself was elegant curves and rounded shapes; only the jaguars face was slightly angular. As he pressed the knife into the wood and began to remove the sharper corners a voice reached him, causing him too look up to see a white female so pure looking, the lack of colour in her pelt reminded him of Alaster causing his chest to tighten but he forced the pain out of his mind. “I'm carving him” the words were soft and he pointed to Lokni whom had suddenly become completely visible. “Worthy of having a totem of don't you think” he elaborated, pride and attachment showing clearly with the way he spoke about the jaguar. “Who are you?” he asked, flicking his eyes back to his work as he pushed the knife through a surprisingly tough bit of the wood, the chunk eventually falling free.

Feeling the newly cut parts he placed the knife down beside him and picked up a finer one and began to cut away again at the areas he had just worked on, removing the rougher parts.

Hey, Remember me? I remember you walking away

Image courtesy of Jerolek

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