06-24-2009, 06:36 PM
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This is in the far far far south part of the Dampwoods, because Mew is a wuss and doesn't dare come close to Inferni :] Word count:363 Her two legs climbed a small boulder so that she could sit on it while she examined the object she had found. In reality she'd drifted around the place without a purpose, neglecting her pack duties and feeling how it gnawed on her conscience. However, Lubomir's absences and her troubles accepting it forced her to move and to use her body. It was how she rid herself of mental pain - exerting herself physically. It took her mind off things. Now, as her form moved to sit in a lotus-like position on top of the boulder, her white tail curled around her loins, she carefully looked at the item in her hands. It was turned this way and that, her emerald gaze intently focused on every aspect of it. What could it be, what was its use? In reality, it was an old brooch, found amidst the grass on her mindless trip around. She saw that there was some decorative power in the item, as the thing was shaped like a flower, clearly on purpose. There was some amount of color, but most of it was red, but she guessed it could have been painted in a way, when it had been in use. Perhaps it was something to hang on the door? It would look good on a wall, too. Oh such a small item and such a large puzzle! She normally enjoyed puzzles by humans, especially those which had anything to do with music, but she couldn't see how this one could, and it had no use! A useless thing. Sort of like herself, maybe. Perhaps that was why she didn't like it. So long as Lubomir's mate, and no children yet. Perhaps the scum further north had broken her entirely. Perhaps she would never be a mother, now. She was as useless, that way, as the rusted brooch she held in her hand, and the parallel made her scoff and let the thing go. It bouced a couple of times along the surface of the boulder before it landed softly in the grass. Perhaps she'd been pretty, too, once - like that thing probably had. It was just annoying her now. |