i'm under and over it all. [ aw. ]

Emmanuelle Brenna · 02-29-2012, 01:16 AM

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OOC: anybody is welcome! :3

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The world was quiet this afternoon. The only noise that could be heard was that of the somewhat strong breeze whistling through the trees outside her window, branches swaying and creaking as if to object to the movement the wind caused them. Mismatched eyes gazed at the opening of half broken glass in her room, sunlight filtering through it and reflecting dapples light on the walls and dusty floors, the few that settled on the female warmed patches of her fur. Exhaling loudly she closed her eyes, her hands behind her head as she lay on her back, stretched across her floor. The damsels room was quite bare, dotted with what few belongings she did have. The lone shelf nailed to the wall sturdily held her glass jars, some filled with herbs and others holding the wooden beads she had carved recently, ones that the femme had yet to paint or decorate.

A metal and wood desk was shoved up against the wall firmly, it's large surface scattered with trinkets and pieces of this and that, such as a new dagger she had carved from the femur of a particularly thick boned moose she had taken down a few days prior, then a few bone needles for sewing from deer ribs Her room was quite large, boasting a walk in closet as well as ample room. Strips of tanned leather lay neatly in a row, with bits of white rabbit fur placed on top for sizing and whatnot, some half sewn with the dried and stretchy sinew she had harvested from her hunting trips. Being so self sufficient sure had it's perks. Sniffing lightly to herself, the female turned herself onto her side, her head resting in her paw as she leaned on her elbow. Few days had passed since her meeting with the pale dog, and already she had one pair of bracers completely, now working on the intricate cloak the other requested.. Well, she didn't request it intricate, but the mottled coywolf figured it was better that she made it that way.

Having gathered enough rabbit furs for the lining of the inside of the cloak and the hood, she was pleased. Every one of the animals was stark white with thick fur, perfect for a fashionable and comfortable piece of clothing. Pondering to herself, the yearling still had to decide if she wanted to line the bracers with fur yet or not.. Oh well, that would be dealt with once the deer skins she had collected had been tanned and cured. Raising herself to a sitting position, she sighed loudly before rising to her feet, shaking off the dust and reaching for her bone comb from her lone shelf, freshly carved. Starting from the bottom, she sat down on a stump that she had pulled from the forest to double as a chair and worked her way up, finally finished with combing her face-framing bangs to either side of her face.

Placing her comb on the desk to her left, she moved her stump to the window and gazed out the glass. It was lonely here, she wanted some interesting company.

i've been trapped inside your heart shaped box for weeks.

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