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china rich girlfriend - Kitsch - June 20, 2017
There was so much to think about lately — from the loss of West, to her self-imposed loneliness, to the emptiness left by the poppy, to her worthlessness — that, as Kitsch was wont to do, she shut down and refused to process any of it. More than a few nights were spent in tearful bouts, revisiting memories about mom and dad and her friends and West and how stupid storms had pulled her away from every single one of them. She had gotten over losing her family and her royalty long ago, so much of her recent sadness stemmed from her wresting from West’s side.
Sometimes, she cried so hard that she left herself with a wicked headache. Though the Kitten had genuinely liked West and trusted her caretaker more than most, she could not deny that most of her tears shed were over her own inborn disadvantages. She hadn't been feeling like herself lately — In fact, she hadn’t felt like herself in a while.
But the clime was favorable this time of year, albeit almost too hot at times. Kitsch’s thin, velvet-like coat was made to ventilate in the heat, rather than warm in the cold, so she was fine, fine, fine with this. She was still quite thin, but the movement and sunshine and food had filled her out and restored a summery sheen to her pelt. The sunshine manifested itself in other ways too, in the beautiful blooms and flowers that the decorated girl loved so; but it manifested in another way, too, a way that delighted almost every single one of her senses — berries. They were dark and plump and plentiful and in great variety, especially here! The pearl had found these meadows not long ago and had given into a great sense of indulgence. They were so beautiful and so sweet, how could she not take advantage of the season’s plenty? Kitsch plucked the small fruits from the low-lying branches with her tongue and drew it between her rosebud lips, staining her maw a melange of pinks and purples and blues. When she felt the sweet flesh fill her belly and her hunger became sated, Kitsch laid her diminutive frame against the ground and sun bathed, limbs outstretched completely and eyes that fluttered between sleep and wakefulness… in a blissful, berry-induced limbo.
Yes, limbo felt good.
Sometimes, she cried so hard that she left herself with a wicked headache. Though the Kitten had genuinely liked West and trusted her caretaker more than most, she could not deny that most of her tears shed were over her own inborn disadvantages. She hadn't been feeling like herself lately — In fact, she hadn’t felt like herself in a while.
But the clime was favorable this time of year, albeit almost too hot at times. Kitsch’s thin, velvet-like coat was made to ventilate in the heat, rather than warm in the cold, so she was fine, fine, fine with this. She was still quite thin, but the movement and sunshine and food had filled her out and restored a summery sheen to her pelt. The sunshine manifested itself in other ways too, in the beautiful blooms and flowers that the decorated girl loved so; but it manifested in another way, too, a way that delighted almost every single one of her senses — berries. They were dark and plump and plentiful and in great variety, especially here! The pearl had found these meadows not long ago and had given into a great sense of indulgence. They were so beautiful and so sweet, how could she not take advantage of the season’s plenty? Kitsch plucked the small fruits from the low-lying branches with her tongue and drew it between her rosebud lips, staining her maw a melange of pinks and purples and blues. When she felt the sweet flesh fill her belly and her hunger became sated, Kitsch laid her diminutive frame against the ground and sun bathed, limbs outstretched completely and eyes that fluttered between sleep and wakefulness… in a blissful, berry-induced limbo.
Yes, limbo felt good.
RE: china rich girlfriend - Mouse - June 22, 2017
hope you dont mind me c:
South.
Though he wasn't a bird or any other type of migrating animal, there was something that inexplicably made Remi want to head south and only south. As he trotted around, his head and tail high, while his guard hung down low, he quickly reached a meadow filled with colorful flowers and plants that like the one he had encountered not too long ago, held small, round berries in their branches.
Remembering the warning he had been given about the little fruits, Remi limited himself to look at them, while he continued to cross the meadow. His plan wasn't to stop or stay very long here, he was really just passing by - Remi had never had a real interest in flowers or plants, though he couldn't deny their beauty. The naturalists in his family were scarce, most pursued like him, Outriding or Gamekeeping.
Rilke would've been a botanist he was sure.
Again, she had managed to sneak into his thoughts, and Remi, with a huff cursed himself for not being able to keep her memory from coming to him when he was awake. Because of this little distraction, Remi almost missed the form of another wolf, a small light colored female, spread in the ground. The sight of her caused him to stop. She was laying down, unmoving, though he could see the rise and fall of her flank indicating that she still breathed.
He crept closer, his ears pinned back against his skull and his tail straight behind him. He stopped at what he thought to be a decent distance and watched her silently for a minute or two. It was then that he noticed her pristine color, especially in her muzzle, was stained with shades of pinks and purples.
The same of the berries.
A sudden sickness crept into his stomach as, again, he was reminded of the warning he had been given of the berries - though those didn't look exactly like these. Overcome with a sudden worry, Remi chuffed to make himself known before taking a few more steps closer to the resting creature. "are you....are you alright?" he barked softly, his ears still pinned down as he hoped not no startle the girl.
RE: china rich girlfriend - Kitsch - July 03, 2017
Her spirit fluttered somewhere between unconsciousness and wakefulness, finally settling into peace. It was the type of peace she only felt when she surrendered herself entirely to her circumstances; to know that her destiny was no longer in her own hands. She followed the signs that mother nature gave her. When the storm deposited her far south, she continued on that way. When she craved the lovely high from the poppy, she indulged. When the air was stifling and sticky, she sought shelter. The kitten had since decided to let her course in life be decided who whoever, whatever was out there guiding her existence — she sure as hell couldn’t do anything to change her circumstances, so why bother with the effort?
And here, the sun bade her to sleep… so, she slept.
But her repose was not to last for long! Her eyes fluttered opened at the sound of a soft bark, and her cognition roused mere seconds after. “Hmmm…?” She yawned, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to rouse her consciousness and awaken the tongue. Almost immediately, her thoughts rebelled. I want to keep sleeping! but this was perhaps the first wolf the girl had come across since West; though Kitsch liked to appear entirely blasé about it, she was a social creature and was a mere shell of a being when she was alone. The wispy girl pushed herself up on an elbow as the gray boy came into focus.
“Wh… What?” she questioned in a voice that was nearly a mumble, realizing that she had missed his question entirely in her quest to find wakefulness.
And here, the sun bade her to sleep… so, she slept.
But her repose was not to last for long! Her eyes fluttered opened at the sound of a soft bark, and her cognition roused mere seconds after. “Hmmm…?” She yawned, rolling her tongue against the roof of her mouth to rouse her consciousness and awaken the tongue. Almost immediately, her thoughts rebelled. I want to keep sleeping! but this was perhaps the first wolf the girl had come across since West; though Kitsch liked to appear entirely blasé about it, she was a social creature and was a mere shell of a being when she was alone. The wispy girl pushed herself up on an elbow as the gray boy came into focus.
“Wh… What?” she questioned in a voice that was nearly a mumble, realizing that she had missed his question entirely in her quest to find wakefulness.
RE: china rich girlfriend - Mouse - July 06, 2017
With his ears pinned back and his eyes fixated on the girl's resting body, Remi waited anxiously for any sign of life to put a stop to the horrible thought that he might just be watching another wolf die. Suddenly it got hard to breathe, and suddenly it wasn't a stranger he was looking at but instead it was his sister, Rilke, drenched and motionless on the sand as everything else around him was warped out of proportion and shape to end up as an abstract, colorful blob that threatened to engulf him. He remained stuck in this horrid reverie for a second or two, even if it seemed like entire minutes.
Then, just as Rilke's face morphed back into a nameless, strange one, Remi snapped back. "uh..." he blabbered, still not knowing how to feel about this experience. He had seen Rilke before - almost everyday since her death. But never so vividly. He then remembered the berries, and Saor, and what had concerned him in the first place. "sorry just wanted to know if you were alright" he explained soflty, his crystalline eyes hoding an apologetic glimmer.
"i was warned not to eat berries not too long ago" he added. He was completely clueless about the difference between edible and non edible berries so if she were to ask why he would have no answer. Still, he felt he might as well pass the advice he had been given.
RE: china rich girlfriend - Kitsch - July 18, 2017
He seemed friendly enough — delicate and gentle, though she didn't truly know him well enough to make such assumptions — so Kitsch was not quick to rouse from her sleepy state. As she listened to him, her pale lips pulled back and mouth widened in a yawn; her toes flexed and kneaded against the ground as she awoke her muscles with easy movements. It was different to be so lackadaisical around another, especially another whom she did not know — and a male, nonetheless! Kitsch was less calm around her caretaker West, who was none of those things. It was nice and freeing and the pearl wished she could feel like this all the time.
But her happiness was not her own — it was all that the memory of him would grant her, however fleeting it was.
and when the boy mentioned his learnings, her eye widened! “What’s wrong with them?” the girl asked in a hushed voice, looking around her as if this was a secret she wanted no one else to hear — and it was a secret! The girl, at her core, was a trusting thing and had no reason not to believed him. Perhaps she had made a mistake by indulging? When had indulging ever gotten her anywhere, whether it be from Teaghlaigh’s caches or West’s poppies or, or, or anything! How could she make this mistake again — what had she done wrong now?
Then Kitsch noticed his uneasy, distracted demeanor. There was something gone on here that was more than the potential for poisoned berries. “You okay?” she quipped softly, lifting her ears with a gentle title and crawled her way towards him, unthreateningly, inching along the earth. It was strange being the one to make such an inquiry — far too many times than she preferred, she had been the recipient of such a question.
But her happiness was not her own — it was all that the memory of him would grant her, however fleeting it was.
and when the boy mentioned his learnings, her eye widened! “What’s wrong with them?” the girl asked in a hushed voice, looking around her as if this was a secret she wanted no one else to hear — and it was a secret! The girl, at her core, was a trusting thing and had no reason not to believed him. Perhaps she had made a mistake by indulging? When had indulging ever gotten her anywhere, whether it be from Teaghlaigh’s caches or West’s poppies or, or, or anything! How could she make this mistake again — what had she done wrong now?
Then Kitsch noticed his uneasy, distracted demeanor. There was something gone on here that was more than the potential for poisoned berries. “You okay?” she quipped softly, lifting her ears with a gentle title and crawled her way towards him, unthreateningly, inching along the earth. It was strange being the one to make such an inquiry — far too many times than she preferred, she had been the recipient of such a question.
RE: china rich girlfriend - Mouse - July 20, 2017
kitsch is so cute ♥
She reacted instantly, her eyes widening as if she had just seen a ghost - kinda like Remi just had. "uhhh..some can poisonous" he barked, his shoulders shrugging slightly as he didn't quite know how to convincingly answer he question. "or that was what i was told" he added, thinking of Saor and the way she wasn't sure either why exactly he shouldn't eat them. Like Kitsch, he had had no reason not to trust Saor, so he had swallowed the tale whole - unlike the berries. "do you feel anything strange?" he asked, his crystalline eyes holding a glimmer of worry and curiosity.
Her question took him completely by surprise, he was not the one eating strange berries. Was there a reason she asked this? What made her think that he might not be ok? Was he ok? Remi blinked a couple of times, his lips parting slowly to end the silence, "uuuuh, yeah i just freaked out you weren't asleep but...." he paused, not wanting to say the last bit. He didn't want to talk about death right now.