BABY IM YOUR FAVOURITE FLAVOUR
10-07-2013, 07:13 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-07-2013, 07:13 PM by Karmen.)
The sun was practicing it's daily regimen by descending from the high skies and nestling in it's bed behind the horizon, invisible to most by the overcast skies, bleeding faint colours of pale yellow and silver. Shadows from the rock-ribbed coast leaked like ink across the fine snow and coarse rocks by the Cove: a private paradise, quietly tucked away from the pestering problems of the world, an isolated expanse that can exfoliate stress and enhance serenity. Usually a more exhilarting experience when Summer reigned the seasons, but a winter trip still assuaged Karmen. Karmen sauntered into the sand dunes, kicking up debris and snow as if it were fairy dust, making a hasty advance to a large pile of bleached whale bones. She breathed in the salt of the still ocean, letting it nip her feet as she leaped onto one of the deposits. Perched up top of a behemoth jawbone, she let her petite body lie down, crossing her two front legs and holding her head high with an air of arrogance. Matriarch Karmen. Alas, Countess would have to suffice. The fleeting sun barely reflected copper and fawn hairs on her slender body, and as the dying light warmed her, she imagined a jeweled crown on the top of her princess head, one with ocean opals, polished gold, and bright peridots that rivaled the glow of her eyes. And beneath her stood loyal subjects, bayside ghosts of her imagination, greedy to be in her presence, eager to serve and satisfy her every demand. |