This House Is Not A Home
10-09-2017, 10:29 PM
In the darkness of her rather depressed mood she had been in the past few weeks, this young man was making her feel a lot better, like Tyranis had though this boy was a stranger so how could he make her feel this way? "Nonsense. Come here." She demanded playfully. She then walked over to the water's edge and picked a few dandelions from a couple feet off the bank. She had about a handful of them in her mouth, six or seven and dipped them in the water with a little swish too get them more than damp. She spun around a looked at the boy with an eye flick to the ground to tell him to lay down. But not even a second later she rolled her eyes and walked over to him and pushed his shoulder with her paw to get him down. She then placed the dandelion heads down on his chest and put her paw on top like a sandwich, before rubbing it around in circles. She would ignore his requests to stop if there were any, it had to hurt at least a little with that bruising, regardless if someone had already helped him or not. But when she was done, she scrapped the weeds away from his body, a bright yellow stain where she rubbed it in. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, A LOT, but once she calmed down she took a few breaths and then returned the favor, "Aranea." |
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |