[M] The splendour of your curves

Light Goldenfeather · 12-14-2011, 12:28 AM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Forward dated to December 15, 2011 late night
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Word Count → 400+ :: Light is a little topsy turvy forgot to detail that.

Light was tapping the end of his pencil against the paper that sat upon his lap. He was blank with ideas and decided to take yet another swig of the bottle at his side. He had tried seeking inspiration from the outdoors of his home back as snow melted under his rump he was still out of ideas. He feared he had spent far too much time of the day drawing enjoying his wonderful gift from the blind female of Cercatori d’Arte. He sighed heavily as the affects of his alcohol started to take hold and considered calling it a night.

His heart heavy with failure yet his pages filled with lead and char they male opened the door to his home. The small house billowed with steaming smoke as he widened the door to enter and sighed. The fire had been burning with too much wood; his home would be far too warm to allow it to continue with such vigour. The scarred hunter left his door wide to cool the stuffy house and started to poke at the flame of his fire. He broke apart the wood and spread it apart so the flame would lower. As the dimming light took hold the male looked about his home.

Something felt off so he rearranged his furs along the rotting structure people called a couch. Even with its age it beat any floor and bed of stone, he much preferred to sleep on his back in his two legged form. The shadows were still off so he set forth to shift the furniture around. His small shaky desk he pushed further into the corner to allow the light of the flame to fill his room. He paused putting a hand under his muzzle and shifted the couch just a tad. There was something missing he thought and would have to seek out items in the old human cities some time.

His door still open wide and the chill finally started to grace the home he went to close it. Then something caught the scarred hunter's nose, he took a whiff and sure enough within his sight was the subject he had been seeking all day. Gemma, come. Was all he said in his deep voice that was filled with a drunken excitement. The male left the door open for the white female to approach as he prepared his paper and grabbed one of the pencils he received from Hotaru. He stood and awaited her entrance.

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