in the parish of space dust

Salvia Eternity · 02-16-2012, 05:25 PM

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I have to say I love how you do descriptions without naming exactly what things are. :>

The wolf followed the sand-colored woman quietly, her own steps lithe and nearly cat-like in their grace. Despite her size the sheer arrogance of her step allowed for such flawless behavior, broken only by the instances of slowing and sharp glances to ensure they were alone. The attack on Salsola had left Salvia more cautious, but not without just cause. Her confidence was not at all touched—she had survived three fights in her young life and knew herself to be more than capable. Tlanti, too, was a warrior—and Salvia had seen this long before the attack, when she had first begun training. Now that her style had evolved, she trained alone and often; it was nearing perfection.

Before them rose the metal shed and Salvia stiffened at the sharp noise of metal against metal. She remained still and silent as the peculiar thing was pushed out. Sidestepping, Salvia followed the other woman into the small area. Quickly she assessed the objects around them—several rotting remains of cardboard clung here and there, and a collection of spider webs blanketed the ceiling. She was quite interested in a low bench, on which a metal object sat. After touching it cautiously, she began to pull at the handle of the thing. To her surprise, while slightly rusted and stiff, one side of this thing moved towards the other. It was attached to the table, she quickly realized, and tugged once before conceding.

In doing so, however, she heard the tell-tale jingle of metal. Dropping to a squat, she pulled open a rusting drawer and found a plethora of nails, screws, and various other objects she was certain were used for construction.

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