05-28-2018, 12:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2018, 12:17 PM by Suiteheart.)
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She was growing weary of trespassers. Yes, Suiteheart knew the Ascendants were a passive, welcoming group. Yes, she knew nothing truly bad had happened yet (save for Raven, but that had been an anomaly). Yes, she knew this was not necessarily commonplace, and she wasn't sure what the hell she was doing. Even so, she needed this done. She wanted it done for her own sanity as well as for others. She was sleeping terribly, always worried someone would stroll too far into the territory and get themselves killed, or God forbid, kill one of their own during an altercation. Though the more rational part of her brain told her this was unlikely, all her fears and anxieties were busy whispering in her ear.
The ivory feline had spent the last two days carving wooden markers out of fallen trees. She had shifted into her polar bear body for this task, and she was surprised as how normal it felt. It was like everything bad she had associated with this form had evaporated - or maybe she had just come to terms with the part of herself this body brought out in her. Regardless, she had spent a few hours carving wooden posts. Someone looking on would note they were perfectly straight pieces of wood until their eyes reached the top. The top part of the posts were carved into sprays of stars. Each one looked a tad bit different, but the message was clear, or she hoped it would be. Hell, she had even etched the word 'Ascendants Territory,' into the things.
After having switched back into her usual form, Suiteheart had spent the better part of her entire morning driving the multitude of posts into the ground along their borders. After every several dozen yards (a little over one hundred feet in distance), a post was planted. They were spread out far enough to get the point across without clunking up the territory. It was a nice, safe distance for each one of them, in her opinion. And it wouldn't pose as something too intimidating to newcomers.
As the sun was halfway through the azure sky, Suite was down to her last few border markers. She was tired but determined. Once she set her mind to something, she always saw that task through. And admittedly, maybe she was doing this to get her mind off of Starrynight. Digging another hole into the ground, she hummed quietly to herself to pass the time. Her singsong noises drifted through the air as she was driving another post into the ground before packing in dirt around it. Her movements were slower than they had been when she started out, and her muscles ached, she realize. But it was a nice kind of exhaustion. It made her feel like she was doing something good for the group.
She was growing weary of trespassers. Yes, Suiteheart knew the Ascendants were a passive, welcoming group. Yes, she knew nothing truly bad had happened yet (save for Raven, but that had been an anomaly). Yes, she knew this was not necessarily commonplace, and she wasn't sure what the hell she was doing. Even so, she needed this done. She wanted it done for her own sanity as well as for others. She was sleeping terribly, always worried someone would stroll too far into the territory and get themselves killed, or God forbid, kill one of their own during an altercation. Though the more rational part of her brain told her this was unlikely, all her fears and anxieties were busy whispering in her ear.
The ivory feline had spent the last two days carving wooden markers out of fallen trees. She had shifted into her polar bear body for this task, and she was surprised as how normal it felt. It was like everything bad she had associated with this form had evaporated - or maybe she had just come to terms with the part of herself this body brought out in her. Regardless, she had spent a few hours carving wooden posts. Someone looking on would note they were perfectly straight pieces of wood until their eyes reached the top. The top part of the posts were carved into sprays of stars. Each one looked a tad bit different, but the message was clear, or she hoped it would be. Hell, she had even etched the word 'Ascendants Territory,' into the things.
After having switched back into her usual form, Suiteheart had spent the better part of her entire morning driving the multitude of posts into the ground along their borders. After every several dozen yards (a little over one hundred feet in distance), a post was planted. They were spread out far enough to get the point across without clunking up the territory. It was a nice, safe distance for each one of them, in her opinion. And it wouldn't pose as something too intimidating to newcomers.
As the sun was halfway through the azure sky, Suite was down to her last few border markers. She was tired but determined. Once she set her mind to something, she always saw that task through. And admittedly, maybe she was doing this to get her mind off of Starrynight. Digging another hole into the ground, she hummed quietly to herself to pass the time. Her singsong noises drifted through the air as she was driving another post into the ground before packing in dirt around it. Her movements were slower than they had been when she started out, and her muscles ached, she realize. But it was a nice kind of exhaustion. It made her feel like she was doing something good for the group.
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE