01-22-2020, 04:22 AM
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.
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.