10-07-2011, 10:50 PM
OOC: sorry for the lateness! 318 words
IC:
Aurora walked through the silent town like a white specter. Every sound made an echoed through the forgotten streets. If it would not have been for the eerie streets it would have been a particularly lovely day. Sun streamed through overgrown bushes and large oak trees warming her thick fur. A soft breeze tugged at her pelt and the fading smell of summer lingered in the air. She wandered aimlessly through the town's empty streets, past rusty car shells and over the mossy sidewalk. The breeze sent her a familiar and loved fragrance. The dusty odor of old pages mixed with the tang of leather bindings tickled her nose like a drifting feather. Aurora squealed happily and raced towards the smell.
Her delicate alabaster paws raced gracefully over the crumbling streets. Her empty brown leather bag flapped against her ribs as she ran. She skidded to a stop in front of an old library. She cautiously climbed up the almost nonexistent steps that led to the entrance of the abandoned building. She pushed the old door gentility, but it still creaked open noisily. Aurora's eyes widened at the sight of books, ceiling high shelves of books! She danced gleefully though the dusty shelves her arms where stretched around her so that her delicate white fingers touched the spines of bound words. As much as she disproved of human's arrogant and war like ways she loved to read their ancient words.
She pulled a thick gray book from a low shelf. Aurora blew the the dust from the book and ran her hand over the water stained cover. “Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm” she read out loud to herself. She absentmindedly walked to the end of a book lined row where a large red loveseat sat under a sunlit window. She climbed into the chair, tucked her legs beneath her and let herself be lost in the pages.
IC:
Aurora walked through the silent town like a white specter. Every sound made an echoed through the forgotten streets. If it would not have been for the eerie streets it would have been a particularly lovely day. Sun streamed through overgrown bushes and large oak trees warming her thick fur. A soft breeze tugged at her pelt and the fading smell of summer lingered in the air. She wandered aimlessly through the town's empty streets, past rusty car shells and over the mossy sidewalk. The breeze sent her a familiar and loved fragrance. The dusty odor of old pages mixed with the tang of leather bindings tickled her nose like a drifting feather. Aurora squealed happily and raced towards the smell.
Her delicate alabaster paws raced gracefully over the crumbling streets. Her empty brown leather bag flapped against her ribs as she ran. She skidded to a stop in front of an old library. She cautiously climbed up the almost nonexistent steps that led to the entrance of the abandoned building. She pushed the old door gentility, but it still creaked open noisily. Aurora's eyes widened at the sight of books, ceiling high shelves of books! She danced gleefully though the dusty shelves her arms where stretched around her so that her delicate white fingers touched the spines of bound words. As much as she disproved of human's arrogant and war like ways she loved to read their ancient words.
She pulled a thick gray book from a low shelf. Aurora blew the the dust from the book and ran her hand over the water stained cover. “Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm” she read out loud to herself. She absentmindedly walked to the end of a book lined row where a large red loveseat sat under a sunlit window. She climbed into the chair, tucked her legs beneath her and let herself be lost in the pages.