Break and bind yourself to me

China Rose Lykoi · 02-21-2012, 10:54 PM

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She awaited him, as she always did, in the small den in central Borgata Colotl. Although infrequent trips gave her a little knowledge of the surrounding area, her living nightmares kept the girl's silver wings clipped, and she never strayed far. Few others even knew of her existence in this wicked, wonderful realm - There was the dark woman, Siv, who had magic and fire. She had enthralled the songbird, and China had been building herself up to seek out the woman again, and learn more of the ancient truths she had shared. There was, of course, the other - That smooth, deep voice that she had heard arguing with Itachi in the midst of her feverish recovery. The owner of that voice was still unknown, but it had not returned here since, and thus she had lived the past moon in a strange serendipitous bubble of peace.

The quiet had done wonders for the girl - Although a social creature by nature, it seemed she had needed such solitary time to lick her wounds, to be replenished. Maybe Itachi had known that. He had never forbidden her from leaving his den, but nor had he been pleased the night she had wandered out, and his displeasure alone had been enough to enforce on her that leaving was unfavorable. Sometimes, the wind would wail and moan outside, and she would stand in the tousled sea-breeze and remember the feeling of flying. The ocean would sing to her, lulling her back, calling her to the Summer-world.

But she remained, this fickle unearthly creature, bound by the invisible ties of love, struck earthly by the breaking of silver wings. She was bound to this place now, even though the return of her strength often brought with it the return of the desire to wander, the desire to roam.

She filled such restless energy with tasks, simple domestic duties that she hoped would please Itachi. His den was impeccably clean; in his various absences, she had swept out some of the un-compacted dirt with a make-shift broom made from handfuls of dried reed, tied at one end with a strip of old leather. She had gathered pine-nettles, and used them to make a soft downy mattress on which to put pelts for sleeping. Itachi did not have many belongings to keep in order, but those that he left behind were cleaned, and placed neatly within the small chamber. Her own belongings remained in the small woven satchel, un-opened since her arrival here. Occasionally she would glance at the bag, and see within it the familiar lump of her reed pipe, the bundle of her denim skirt - But those were things which remained untouched, and gathered dust in the corner of the den.

Itachi had left earlier this day, and she had waited until he was gone before rising. There had not been much to do. She had left the den only briefly, and headed to a nearby pool of fresh water, cleaned and filtered by the sand deep beneath the ground and filled continually by the ebbing and flowing of the tide. She had washed her body - A strange habit for creatures not used to the necessity of humanistic hygiene, but a therapeutic one nonetheless. A glance at her appearance in the rippled water had shown a strange parody of the beauty China had once been - Her eyes were weighed with deep shadows, and her cheeks more pronounced than when they had been rounded with the beauty of health. Dainty fingertips probed her face, watching as her mirror-self did likewise. A thought occurred to her, and she disappeared back to the den before returning to the pool once more, this time with a dagger in hand. Leaning over the pool so as to see her reflection, China smiled thinly at herself, and got to work.

By the time she returned, it was much later in the day. She settled the knife back in amongst Itachi's meager belongings, before combing her hand through her once-again-short hair. The soft grey sprung back, clean after being washed, and now back into its short bob once more. A soft smile entertained her lips at the fresh feeling of it.

The soft sound of approaching footsteps made the girl's large satellite ears twitch. She froze instantly, but melted back into movement as the rhythmic sound of the walk became familiar. Moving quickly to the entrance, the girl peeped her head out, sweet Lapis Lazuli seeking the familiar golden form cloaked in charcoal and red.

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