EULOGY - Female - Bengal Tigeress - Tag - [member=8943]Eulogy[/member]

The woman had walked to the library, a soft hum upon her lips. Stepping through the rickety doors, the cathedral like ceilings lifting her spirits. Eulogy's eyes grazing over the shelves and cases, she picked the empty book from out of the small bag she made specifically for a couple books. She had mad the small bag when she was sowing the cover up; making those last few stitches that would secure it to the paper.

Her paws moved vigorously over the paper as her thumb, yes the woman had thumbs; very rare, and four fingers grasped the hardened charcoal stick. Eulogy had been writing for a while now and she had no intent on stopping. The tigress loved writing, it was one of her favorite things to do. She had tried carving for a bit but like a boomerang, the thing she loved most came back to her.

Poetry

The title read In Your Arms , the calligraphic swirls and dashes upon the words made the page look almost.. graceful. Setting down the charcoal stick, Eulogy stretched out her paw. Though it would ache, this would give Eulogy a moment to step back and look at her poem. The poem was short and sweet, it only added to her gentle appearance per say. With a soft smile she read over her poem, fixing any words she might have misspelled.

Your love's a gathered storm i chase across the sky. A moment in your arms became the reason why you alone are my light. I'd do anything to feel you in my arms tonight.

The smile stretched across her face, this was a good poem, to her at least. She turned the page and set the stick down onto the paper, words wrote down in a fluid motion.

There had been a time, when he was very young, where Aurum had loved writing. Well, less writing, really, and more... imagining writing. He would write long and elaborate stories, featuring heroes and villains and justice and adventure, but they would all be stored inside his head, never to grace an actual page. Even after he had learned how to read, he had never attempted putting the words to paper. After all, they were just silly little stories, written inside his head in order to help him relax or escape from the hardships of the reality around him. There was no reason that he needed to share that side of him with the world. That sad, scared little side. He would rather just let the stories linger inside of his mind, where he could endlessly expand upon and enjoy them, all on his own. Hell, he still expanded upon them sometimes even now, although nowadays it was less as an escape, and more just because he enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed letting his mind drift off for a little while, thinking about random shenanigans and brave heroes, usually while he was laying beside Roy, just enjoying his son's presence while the day went on.

Even though he had a deep love for books and stories, Aurum had honestly never read much poetry. Back when he had first been learning to read, the rhyming and elegant writing had always just led to him becoming frustrated and confused, and even now that he was an adult, he didn't truly see the appeal. Although he supposed it could be a sort of vent for feelings, just as his own mind stories were for him. Either way, when he stepped inside the library and caught the scent of Eulogy, he found himself vaguely intrigued. It wasn't that he had never seen her at the library before, but usually she never seemed tk linger long, at least not while he was there. He found himself drawn over to where she was, padding over and clearing his throat to let her know of his presence. Tilting his head to one side, the proxy mumbled as he sat back on his haunches, looking at the piece of paper carefully flattened out in front of her, "Eulogy...? What are you doing? Hoping to add to our collection?" His words were kind and conversational, and he tried not to look too closely at her flowery writing, just in case she didn't actually want it read. Although, if she didn't want anybody to read it, he doubted she would've been writing it inside the library.