05-15-2011, 12:40 AM
WC: 508 Too lazy for my table lol but check out that word count ^_^
She shook her fur as she stood and listened intently to Mabu’s advice. She followed her around the shards that sparkled as they shifted around them. They’re quite pretty. Though she knew all too well how pretty things could be dangerous. She had once had an encounter with thin ice. The bubbles underneath a seemingly invisible layer that reflected the sun like a sheet of light… it had attracted her to it in the first place. Her mother often blamed that moment of her life to have made her so strange compared to them. Though her grandmother told her she was strange to begin with and to be proud of it. She missed her grandmother. She had been a great inspiration and a support to Saxif. When she lost her it was as though she lost the rock that kept her tethered to her home. As she came back from that moment of distractive thinking as Mabu spoke. She realized they had come upon a place of many interesting items.
Her excitement built and she shifted back and forth slightly. She wanted to sniff everything but kept herself at bay. Got to keep safe and cautious here She internally reminded herself. She carefully touched things and sniffed them; everything seemed to have lost its scent from age. She frowned. Everything smells almost the same. This place is so old. She looked upon the shelves of much broken ceramics. She carefully picked up a cylinder shaped item with a funny loop. She would’ve thought it a cup if it didn’t have that loop. She tilted her head. She wrapped a few of her fingers through the handle and smiled. Genius… it won’t slip. She raised the cup to Mabu’s face to show her discovery. Saxif knew she had to have this. The strange markings on the cup seemed to have a stiff flying bird on it but she was unsure as the paint seemed to be fading into the light color of the cup’s base. She held the cup in her fingers as she used her other hand to continue her exploration.
She noticed something sticking out from beneath a pile of cloth. She kneeled and pulled away the disintegrating clothing. There underneath was a leather belt. Also imprinted with the similar design of the cup, Check it out. A belt. She picked up the piece. She had been somewhat jealous when she had seen her first one, but now she had one. She smiled. She placed the cup down and wrapped the belt around her slender waist. She grabbed the cup and slid the belt through the handle. It had taken her a moment to figure out how to tighten and fasten the belt but she succeeded. She knew the belt wouldn’t last though it was thin from age, she just hoped it would last long enough for her to take her cup and other fascinating items to her new home. Then she could recreate the belt from fresh leather, if she ever got to hunt large game.
She shook her fur as she stood and listened intently to Mabu’s advice. She followed her around the shards that sparkled as they shifted around them. They’re quite pretty. Though she knew all too well how pretty things could be dangerous. She had once had an encounter with thin ice. The bubbles underneath a seemingly invisible layer that reflected the sun like a sheet of light… it had attracted her to it in the first place. Her mother often blamed that moment of her life to have made her so strange compared to them. Though her grandmother told her she was strange to begin with and to be proud of it. She missed her grandmother. She had been a great inspiration and a support to Saxif. When she lost her it was as though she lost the rock that kept her tethered to her home. As she came back from that moment of distractive thinking as Mabu spoke. She realized they had come upon a place of many interesting items.
Her excitement built and she shifted back and forth slightly. She wanted to sniff everything but kept herself at bay. Got to keep safe and cautious here She internally reminded herself. She carefully touched things and sniffed them; everything seemed to have lost its scent from age. She frowned. Everything smells almost the same. This place is so old. She looked upon the shelves of much broken ceramics. She carefully picked up a cylinder shaped item with a funny loop. She would’ve thought it a cup if it didn’t have that loop. She tilted her head. She wrapped a few of her fingers through the handle and smiled. Genius… it won’t slip. She raised the cup to Mabu’s face to show her discovery. Saxif knew she had to have this. The strange markings on the cup seemed to have a stiff flying bird on it but she was unsure as the paint seemed to be fading into the light color of the cup’s base. She held the cup in her fingers as she used her other hand to continue her exploration.
She noticed something sticking out from beneath a pile of cloth. She kneeled and pulled away the disintegrating clothing. There underneath was a leather belt. Also imprinted with the similar design of the cup, Check it out. A belt. She picked up the piece. She had been somewhat jealous when she had seen her first one, but now she had one. She smiled. She placed the cup down and wrapped the belt around her slender waist. She grabbed the cup and slid the belt through the handle. It had taken her a moment to figure out how to tighten and fasten the belt but she succeeded. She knew the belt wouldn’t last though it was thin from age, she just hoped it would last long enough for her to take her cup and other fascinating items to her new home. Then she could recreate the belt from fresh leather, if she ever got to hunt large game.