02-05-2009, 05:36 PM
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| Out of Character JASSY LURVS HER KRIS. Word Count: 312 In Character What a gorgeous winter day it was. Snow fell from the sky in thick puffs of pure white, adding a magical feel to the air and a blanket of innocence over the land. The decaying town of Berwick was made more peaceful by the falling snow, quieting the imagined spirits of the long-abandoned ghost town. A stark contrast against the beautiful white, the large, black optime form of the youngest Stormbringer girl strode quietly down one of the many streets. Ivory snowflakes flecked her black fur, her coat so thick that no heat escaped her warm skin to make those spots of white melt. She was singing softly to herself as she wandered, a lullaby her mother used to sing when she was a pup, and her lips were pulled back into a gentle, wistful smile. The Dahlian Bluet had spent half the morning wandering in and out of several buildings. She'd managed to locate the little house her cousin Aiden had claimed for the short time he'd been around, and had taken the time to see if the numbskull (as she so lovingly referred to him) had left anything behind in his hasty departure. Anything of value had either been taken or hadn't existed, and so Kol had left the house to search around Berwick for awhile. The young girl's leather satchel was now about a quarter full with various semi-precious stones and beads, silver bands and chains, silk and leather cords, a silver charm bracelet that was in remarkably good condition, and several random pendants she'd taken a liking to. Crafting unique pieces of jewelry had become a favored hobby of hers, even if she still didn't believe they were all that good. There were still a few more buildings to be rummaged through today, and so the werewolf simply continued her stroll, singing softly and daydreaming the whole while. Table by Fishie! |