You're like pollution
12-07-2013, 05:16 PM
The day was held by a string, as the flame is lit. It burns, and burns at the bottom an rises to the top, awaiting for the dark to come into action. But that was so far away- it was only mid afternoon. It was silent today, just like every other day as guinevere spent it alone. The whole body would tense up at the foreign call of a stranger, so bland was the voice, wasnt it? Not even a bit of emotion or curiosity filled within it. The large cranium would shake away the snow to be welcomed into opening light, the golden gaze would then set upon a woman. " Oh, hello." But Before the youth could say much more a shadow would lurk in. His pelt the purest of ebony's, hanging loosely from his built frame. Simultaneously her gaze would look him over, until stopping at his face. " Oh my lord your face!" Her voice would flurry up into a panic, before rushing over to the lake to dab a single paw within it. " Hold on!" as the fore paw drenches in the water she'd quickly drag it out and hurry towards the man. " Ok, this may hurt, your face look like its about to fall of!" Guinevere always did exaggerate, perhaps that a reason why she needs to socialize a little more. The soakened paw would rise up to his face and attempt to put it on his eye/scar, thinking it would clean it away somehow. |