07-14-2008, 02:35 AM
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set for the 13th, since i'm posting so late. :/ sloppy post like no other.
Bleach's den was inspired by the Library. The tree, perched over a dried riverbed, was smaller in size than the one over the Library, but was nevertheless quite impressive in height and circumference. Though it was lower down the mountain and further away from the center of the territory, the woman enjoyed the chance for privacy and the attractive scenery quite a bit. Despite her excitement over finding the site, there was still the task of digging it. Digging a den wasn't exactly something the city-girl turned pirate-woman had ever done before. It took Bleach three days (with her paws and then with a shovel she found in the city) to dig a den large enough for her and her belongings, most of which she also looted from the city. Among her findings was a dark oak desk with two drawers, a simple bookcase with three shelves, a high-backed chair, and a thin mattress. Having completed the furnishing of the den in the cool of the night before, and in the excitement of having her own den, Bleach completely forgot about the simple matter of the summer heat.
It was mid-morning and it was already stifling. Her mass of dark hair was wrapped securely on the top of her head in a knot, exposing her tattoo'd neck to the thick air, and she was fanning herself with a Japanese fan with her spare hand while the other flipped the pages of a tattered book on her desk. She had awoken that morning with the hopes of learning more about the flora in Shadowed Sun and the surrounding territories. The absorption of knowledge, it quickly became apparent, relied much on the comfort of the one wishing to absorb the knowledge. Huffing, Bleach closed the book. She wasn't going to learn anything while she was panting like a mad beast, she realized. Besides, her stomach growled for breakfast.
Eagerly, the woman bounded from her den and out into the open, where the sun's rays were diluted by the vast canopy above her. Grinning, Bleach jogged the short distance from her new home to the clear, icy spring that fed a small creek running down the mountain—another reason why the site was so ideal. The woman sank to her knees and submerged her head in the water, taking in draught after draught until she was satisfied. Sighing, Bleach rocked back onto her feet momentarily as beads of liquid dripped from her face. Then, she decided, what the hell! A swim couldn't hurt. And so she tumbled headfirst into the deep spring, diving all the way to the bottom until the soft, murky bottom met her fingertips.