03-09-2011, 07:31 PM
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Forest of Nod.
Combing her long fingers through her wild tangle of black hair, Zombie sat idly beside a nondescript tree—a tree that looked like any other tree in the Forest of Nod. But there was indeed something special about this tree, you see, because it was Zombie's tree. She'd carved her name into it with a rusty butter knife and was quite proud of her artistic work. The swirls, the grace of which it was written, the unique lettering; it was very much her and seemingly normal behavior for a very bored enigma. She considered, once or twice, about taking the knife to her skin, but figured that she'd make something less, personally disfiguring.
Unconsciously, her right hand crossed her slender stomach and lightly touched the deep scarring on her left side. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes, lying her head back against the trunk of the tree, her name glittering freshly just above her. There wasn't much to do as a new packmate, she realized. She'd yet to find a permanent residence here, but intended to do such soon—until then, she felt more or less useless and not quite integrated. It'd take time, she assumed.
It also wasn't on the top of her to-do list.
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Forest of Nod.
Combing her long fingers through her wild tangle of black hair, Zombie sat idly beside a nondescript tree—a tree that looked like any other tree in the Forest of Nod. But there was indeed something special about this tree, you see, because it was Zombie's tree. She'd carved her name into it with a rusty butter knife and was quite proud of her artistic work. The swirls, the grace of which it was written, the unique lettering; it was very much her and seemingly normal behavior for a very bored enigma. She considered, once or twice, about taking the knife to her skin, but figured that she'd make something less, personally disfiguring.
Unconsciously, her right hand crossed her slender stomach and lightly touched the deep scarring on her left side. She sighed to herself and closed her eyes, lying her head back against the trunk of the tree, her name glittering freshly just above her. There wasn't much to do as a new packmate, she realized. She'd yet to find a permanent residence here, but intended to do such soon—until then, she felt more or less useless and not quite integrated. It'd take time, she assumed.
It also wasn't on the top of her to-do list.