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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:43 pm
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original post Yushika words 294
"I want you to know, that I am ready to go. Heart beat. Heart beat. I wanted you to know, whenever you are around I can't speak, I cant speak." Singing. She rarely had the time to do so these days, but today she made time. She was going to relax. Explore. Find beauty. Or so she had told herself.
She hadn't planned on biting her bottom lip until it bled and fleeing so far from her city. Running and running, not stopping, just running. She hadn't realized how badly she wanted out of the city, the place full of beauty, and how badly it hurt to be leaving it for just one day. She lived in a place where she was surrounded by what she was not, beautiful things. She had nothing to gain but hurt as she painted, watching as her tail and paws created the likeness of said beauty and reminded her what she lacked. The fountains reflected back a plain woman, one of many in her family, and one not unique. She had nothing to offer or give anyone, and it made sense why no one even visited her anymore.
Ah. Haru and his woman.... ex-woman. They had visited. But then they too vanished, and Haru left Ceri. He was gone, so she couldn't even distract herself but savagely ripping him to shreds with her tongue, jealousy of his pelt masked behind insults such as "pig" and "paint bucket." And now she was running, because you can't insult a city. You can't insult a concept. It's one thing to insult a fox, but beauty itself?
It was all she ever wanted, to be beautiful. All she lusted for her entire life. And oh what she would give to have it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:46 pm
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original post Yushika words 259
She had slowed down long enough to see movement, head snapping to few a strange 'Daeva within the field of burnt grass. The grass should have been a warning enough, but loneliness settled in seconds, reminding her that she knew of no one and had zero friends. Perhaps this was her downfall, the loneliness, and it only served to amplify her hatred of her coat and eyes and everything she represented. If she had a friend would she tolerate herself more? Or would it still have come to this? A world of trembling fear and anger and hostility. A world centered around how to obtain beauty, something that was given and not claimed, and a world where she knew of only one person to call a friend. Herself. And even herself was a shitty friend.
So, this was why she approached the 'Daeva when most wouldn't. That and the need to breathe properly, mouth open as her body struggled to calm it's pounding heart and claim back some air. Without asking, mostly because she couldn't speak properly, she flopped a few feet from the male, head collapsing onto her paws as her tail flicked over her lithe form, chest heaving and rising in a sporadic rhythm. When she finally had the ability to form a shaky sentence her eyes opened, hiding under wild brown hair, and she aimed a question towards the male.
"What's with the burnt field?" Ah. Not the best at starting conversations, but she rarely even had them in the first place, what did she know?
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:49 pm
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Original post Yushi Words 216
She eyed him, already the sarcasm starting to build as her eyes flicked to few him up and down. A smirk crossed her features, vibrant eyes glittering with amusement. "Bugs." She raised an eyebrow at him, paws folding. "You set fire to a field because of bugs?" The situation was hilarious to her, however her lungs ached too much for her to laugh properly. Then he mentioned her tail, her pretty little tail. This caused her to freeze, mentally and physically, and her eyes focused on the other briefly before flicking away.
Pretty had been used towards her. A word she wanted. That had made her useless briefly, but only briefly as suddenly he moved closer and his wing covered her. Like a blanket it was comforting, this stranger comforting and calming her pounding heart. However, the woman was a guarded one, protecting herself because she had to. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to rebuff this strange male. However, one thing stood out.
"Ah. I wasn't crying." Yet. "I've been running for a bit. It's hard to breathe." Her eyes flicked up to view the wing that wrapped around her, ears flicking as a soft, gentle laugh escaped the petite woman. "I'm in pain because I've been running so long." Lies.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:53 pm
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Original post Yushi Words 174
She froze, shocked. What had he called her? An ear flicked as he glanced down, not responding at first. Her heart pounded, skipping and clumsily pounding faster and faster as she tried to comprehend. Had he called her perfect? She had natural beauty? Who was this strange blind man? What was he saying to her, and why?
"I...." It was clear she was unable to speak properly, her paws tugging on the arm warmers around her paws as she struggled to understand. "I do not have... mmmm." It was then it clicked. Did he.... want something? Was this why he was flattering her? Her head rose, about to growl and demand he admit his desires when suddenly a heat of warmth met her cheeks, head looking down. She was so unused to this flattery, it overcame her completely. Finally, after some awkward minutes of her stammering and silence she spoke up.
"I'm none of that." Her quiet voice became almost a whisper, tail twitching just a tad. Did he really just compliment her? Meep.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:56 pm
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Original post Yushi Words 156
The males words were foreign to her and drawing her in. How could she help it? Anyone with such hatred towards themselves and wanted love would be turned towards this attention, slightly. Yet, she was a cautious woman, ears flicking as his wing draped over her. It was warm, the wing of another was warm if leathery. Green eyes looked up, stubborn as always. She was known for being the stubborn one, hard to crack through if she raised a wall high enough, and her wall was high.
"What is it like to fly?" She suddenly asked, curiously viewing his wings. What was it like to be free from earth and its beings for a time? How she'd love the advantage, how she'd love to flee from those she feared and those she jealousy painted. Though, if she fled she'd never come back and then she'd regret it, having nothing to pain anymore except the sky.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 1:59 pm
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Original post Yushi Words 149
She considered a response, briefly, staring at the male with interest. Now, her family had told her countless times that strangers were to be watched and be wary around, not gallop into the sky with on first meeting. However, warnings and lessons were obsolete at this present moment. She had little to care for these days. Little to paint, little to feel. Life was becoming bland and dull, and this male was exactly the opposite. Not only that, she was succumbing to his compliments and false curiousity was beginning to ebb it's way past reason.
"Perhaps. But, I wasn't born with wings. I'm simply normal." She meant that in more ways than one. She was normal, wasn't she? Plain, boring, average. Her paintings were the only unique thing about her, and now even that was becoming nothing more than blank canvas' with little to offer pleasing for the eye.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 2:04 pm
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