Darkened Art

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http://i.imgur.com/9vVfx.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;"> http://i40.tinypic.com/jrqkvp.png); background-repeat:repeat; padding:15px"> It seemed the artist wanted to finish, a wish she would respect. Though she was fully capably in finding solace in solitude, she wasn't really in the mood to be alone just yet. She would wait regardless of whether or not she was addressed again, simply for the pleasure of having another creature their to recognize her existence, and to hopefully see the end product. A swift pirouette turned her around; her hindquarters lowering to the ground in the process of the nimble pivot, tucking her legs beneath her once she had fully descended. It was rude to stare over a working persons shoulder, after all. Instead of sitting idly though, she went to work on the tiny flowers that lay all throughout the grass. The woman picked them one by one; claws methodically poking and threading the stems till her fingers were saturated in the clear blood. She ignored the acrid smell of the sap, merely wiping her hands along the grass as it leaked from the punctured stems periodically, always returning to her knitting. Her focus was quite productive, and soon the thread of flowering weeds vaguely resembled a daisy chain. However engrossed she may have seemed however, her awareness of the other creatures did not waver. As a lioness would masquerade predatory composure under the pretense of laziness, so too did her senses remain sharp; muscles that were relaxed for the moment were on call to tense and bunch in defense, should her turned back be taken advantage of. ooc(hover)

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