03-18-2008, 01:46 AM
[html]mall-caps;color:#ffffff;line-height:7px;font-size:10px;">She looks so pretty that it's such a pity
That she won't be needing help for this beating.
_____The sky was a stark white, stretching endless before blurring in the distance where it meet with the pale expanse of the snowy land. Dark trees, dead and bare twisted up from the earth like deathly, skeletal hands, clawing at the sky with thin, gnarled fingers. Seated sedately beneath one such tree, a glossy, jet-black feather turning and twisting between equally shadow-kissed fingers, Kezia watched the skies with mild interest. Crows and ravens littered the heavens, cawing and crooning to one another in their hollow voices, circling the blank landscape like dark omens. Lips parted, voice quietly whispering a sound that was swept away into the wind, lost to the chorus of corvids.
_____"One for sorrow, two for mirth," she recited, mouth curved with a smile that contained anything but happiness. "Three for a wedding, four for a birth. Five for silver, six for gold." A raven perched in a branch above her head, regarding the dark girl with one beady eye, heavy beak parting to let loose a curious cry to it's brothers. "Seven for a secret, never to be told," she finished, eyes casting upward to gaze back at the avian. The feather in her fingers suddenly tore away from her grasp, distraction loosening her hold. Hand closed spasmodically, but it was already gone, twisting away on the wind to destination unknown. Wrinkling her muzzle, she turned back to the raven, baring her teeth in mock anger at the creature — who merely stared back with bored indifference.
That she won't be needing help for this beating.
_____The sky was a stark white, stretching endless before blurring in the distance where it meet with the pale expanse of the snowy land. Dark trees, dead and bare twisted up from the earth like deathly, skeletal hands, clawing at the sky with thin, gnarled fingers. Seated sedately beneath one such tree, a glossy, jet-black feather turning and twisting between equally shadow-kissed fingers, Kezia watched the skies with mild interest. Crows and ravens littered the heavens, cawing and crooning to one another in their hollow voices, circling the blank landscape like dark omens. Lips parted, voice quietly whispering a sound that was swept away into the wind, lost to the chorus of corvids.
_____"One for sorrow, two for mirth," she recited, mouth curved with a smile that contained anything but happiness. "Three for a wedding, four for a birth. Five for silver, six for gold." A raven perched in a branch above her head, regarding the dark girl with one beady eye, heavy beak parting to let loose a curious cry to it's brothers. "Seven for a secret, never to be told," she finished, eyes casting upward to gaze back at the avian. The feather in her fingers suddenly tore away from her grasp, distraction loosening her hold. Hand closed spasmodically, but it was already gone, twisting away on the wind to destination unknown. Wrinkling her muzzle, she turned back to the raven, baring her teeth in mock anger at the creature — who merely stared back with bored indifference.