05-13-2009, 03:55 PM
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The dirt and grass tore up from beneath her paws and she dug frantically at the earth. The tulips and lilies, early bloomers of the season, had already been unearthed but Cercelee fancied that no one cared. No one in particular had taken up the big Wolfville home and the garden had been mostly over grown. Still flowers here and there sprung up, fighting for survival amongst the weeds, providing bountiful pockets of color in the overwhelming green garden. Now the corpses of such flower lay scattered here and there in Cercelee’s wake, a trail of dead foliage followed her.
Conor and Emwe. Rip, tear, dig. Haku. Rip, tear, dig. Avarice and Catharsis. Rip, tear, dig. Firefly and Svara. Rip, rip, shred. Large and small holes dotted the once tranquil lawn and Cercelee surveyed her “work”. Shaking herself out she paused, as if to consider if the endeavor was worth continuing. Slay, Roulette, Catalyst, Palindrome… Rip, rip, rip. Her two front paws dug at the earth and every so often she dove at the lawn and came up with a mouthful of turf, shaking it furiously from side to side like a dead rabbit.
The longer this continued the more light hearted she grew. At first it had been frantic, destructive and angry. Now it was still destructive but she bounced about the yard, tail waving, rather than tore through it. Now and then when she spotted a flower she nipped the head off of it, tossing it into the air by flinging back her head. Cercelee wasn’t aware of how she looked, covered in dirt and more black than white currently. Nor did she care. No one was around to see her anyway.
The dirt and grass tore up from beneath her paws and she dug frantically at the earth. The tulips and lilies, early bloomers of the season, had already been unearthed but Cercelee fancied that no one cared. No one in particular had taken up the big Wolfville home and the garden had been mostly over grown. Still flowers here and there sprung up, fighting for survival amongst the weeds, providing bountiful pockets of color in the overwhelming green garden. Now the corpses of such flower lay scattered here and there in Cercelee’s wake, a trail of dead foliage followed her.
Conor and Emwe. Rip, tear, dig. Haku. Rip, tear, dig. Avarice and Catharsis. Rip, tear, dig. Firefly and Svara. Rip, rip, shred. Large and small holes dotted the once tranquil lawn and Cercelee surveyed her “work”. Shaking herself out she paused, as if to consider if the endeavor was worth continuing. Slay, Roulette, Catalyst, Palindrome… Rip, rip, rip. Her two front paws dug at the earth and every so often she dove at the lawn and came up with a mouthful of turf, shaking it furiously from side to side like a dead rabbit.
The longer this continued the more light hearted she grew. At first it had been frantic, destructive and angry. Now it was still destructive but she bounced about the yard, tail waving, rather than tore through it. Now and then when she spotted a flower she nipped the head off of it, tossing it into the air by flinging back her head. Cercelee wasn’t aware of how she looked, covered in dirt and more black than white currently. Nor did she care. No one was around to see her anyway.