she left the forest. enticing as it was to linger in a place that enabled her darkest thoughts and sent her imagination spiraling downward, it began to physically weigh her down after hours of contemplation. she found old bones here and there—some in intact skeletons, others scattered.
a place of death, that. when she broke from the darkness into the light, her psyche eased, too. a clarity of purpose came upon her, quiet and razor-sharp, and she carried on with a lightness of step that had not existed in those dreary woods.
and water ahead—what better way to cleanse herself than to immerse her body in cool, crisp waters?
except, someone had already beaten her there—a young man with his head on fire.
well, obviously, not so dramatic as that. as she approached, she saw the rest of him, pale enough to appear through the surface. but his crown was kissed by flame, and it was this strange adornment that drew her closer, head tilted in gentle query.
she was nothing if not mannerly. she strode up to the edge of the lake and planted her front paws there, feeling the water tickling against her toes. she would not enter until he gave the go-ahead—
and for what? it was a boy, not much older than herself.
a boy who could be useful, fiamma amended, giving him an ingratiating smile, once he'd taken notice and heard her query.
a place of death, that. when she broke from the darkness into the light, her psyche eased, too. a clarity of purpose came upon her, quiet and razor-sharp, and she carried on with a lightness of step that had not existed in those dreary woods.
and water ahead—what better way to cleanse herself than to immerse her body in cool, crisp waters?
except, someone had already beaten her there—a young man with his head on fire.
well, obviously, not so dramatic as that. as she approached, she saw the rest of him, pale enough to appear through the surface. but his crown was kissed by flame, and it was this strange adornment that drew her closer, head tilted in gentle query.
scusi,fiamma called out, finding the gentlest parts of her voice with which to speak.
can I join you, signore?
she was nothing if not mannerly. she strode up to the edge of the lake and planted her front paws there, feeling the water tickling against her toes. she would not enter until he gave the go-ahead—
and for what? it was a boy, not much older than herself.
a boy who could be useful, fiamma amended, giving him an ingratiating smile, once he'd taken notice and heard her query.
the water looks very nice,she added with the barest of giggles, shifting her weight slightly onto one hind leg.
This character is an exercise in longer-form RP writing. Please don't feel compelled to match length!
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RE: Krýo - by Fiamma - July 08, 2024, 09:23 PM