02-26-2010, 08:14 PM
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WC 447
The day was surprisingly bright; the sun danced over the the remnants of the last snow fall and the birds sang as though announcing the soon-to-be springtime. Lucia, though she had not travelled far in this new place, had took shelter amongst the shoreline. A small collection of rocks circled around her like a cave without a roof; in humour, one could perhaps remark about the beautiful skylight. Her ebony legs lay stretched down the beach, sand clinging to the wetter parts of her fur and the smell of salt dancing around her like a new brand of perfume. She had originally travelled here to admire the ocean, perhaps salvage some paper and sketch it for later memories. However, during the trek, such thoughts had dissipated, leaving room only for the horrors which stalked the darkest corner of her mind.
Laying there, her jade orbs half closed as the ocean breeze whipped past her face, Lucia felt an odd sense of calm. If she were never to be disturbed or discovered again, it was something she could live with. This odd landscape had given her something she had not felt in a while. Peace, a silencer to the voices which whispered in the back of mind, seeping into the individual wrinkles like poison to her veins. Unbeknown to the shadowy femme, company was not far down wind. The sweet scent of salt water had clouded her senses, and her current state of calm had allowed her once excessively high guard to be currently non-existent. As such, if the one(s) who disturbed her tranquillity were of unfriendly nature, Lucia would surely be unprepared; even if her green rucksack did sit neatly at her side.
With a light sigh, a small smile curled over the unsuspecting female's lips. She inhaled deeply, exhaling as though it were cigarette smoke and the taste was all too precious to be released quickly. Stretching herself out even further, she lay completely in the sand; an urge to wave her arms and legs and create the shape of an angel biting away at her heels. With closed eyes and a placid smile on her face, she seemed an unlikely suspect for anything other that innocence and generosity, yet this was quite the opposite. Her personality was as mangled as the single scar that sprawled itself over her left optic, glaring at the world with a come-closer-and-I'll-bite-you sort of attitude.
As the waves rustled back and forth, Lucia's eyes grew heavy. Insomnia made such things a rare occurrence in her life, and as such, she thankfully slipped into this world of dreams, unaware of the now looming shadow of company which had invaded her privacy.
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WC 447
The day was surprisingly bright; the sun danced over the the remnants of the last snow fall and the birds sang as though announcing the soon-to-be springtime. Lucia, though she had not travelled far in this new place, had took shelter amongst the shoreline. A small collection of rocks circled around her like a cave without a roof; in humour, one could perhaps remark about the beautiful skylight. Her ebony legs lay stretched down the beach, sand clinging to the wetter parts of her fur and the smell of salt dancing around her like a new brand of perfume. She had originally travelled here to admire the ocean, perhaps salvage some paper and sketch it for later memories. However, during the trek, such thoughts had dissipated, leaving room only for the horrors which stalked the darkest corner of her mind.
Laying there, her jade orbs half closed as the ocean breeze whipped past her face, Lucia felt an odd sense of calm. If she were never to be disturbed or discovered again, it was something she could live with. This odd landscape had given her something she had not felt in a while. Peace, a silencer to the voices which whispered in the back of mind, seeping into the individual wrinkles like poison to her veins. Unbeknown to the shadowy femme, company was not far down wind. The sweet scent of salt water had clouded her senses, and her current state of calm had allowed her once excessively high guard to be currently non-existent. As such, if the one(s) who disturbed her tranquillity were of unfriendly nature, Lucia would surely be unprepared; even if her green rucksack did sit neatly at her side.
With a light sigh, a small smile curled over the unsuspecting female's lips. She inhaled deeply, exhaling as though it were cigarette smoke and the taste was all too precious to be released quickly. Stretching herself out even further, she lay completely in the sand; an urge to wave her arms and legs and create the shape of an angel biting away at her heels. With closed eyes and a placid smile on her face, she seemed an unlikely suspect for anything other that innocence and generosity, yet this was quite the opposite. Her personality was as mangled as the single scar that sprawled itself over her left optic, glaring at the world with a come-closer-and-I'll-bite-you sort of attitude.
As the waves rustled back and forth, Lucia's eyes grew heavy. Insomnia made such things a rare occurrence in her life, and as such, she thankfully slipped into this world of dreams, unaware of the now looming shadow of company which had invaded her privacy.