11-08-2020, 06:24 PM
AND IT'S HALF PAST THREE
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
[align=center]AND I GOT ANGEL WINGS
BUT A DEVIL'S GRIN
AND ONLY ONE CAN WIN
elsweyr — tanglewood — three years
One basket was already full of berries with a bright white color. She had gone this morning to collect them and she was on her way back with another basket that had dark blue colored berries. Her paws lightly hit the ground as she made her way into the village town, shifting to drop off the basket upon her porch next to the other one. Grabbing another she hoisted up the empty container sand left out again. She had to find something to do and as long as it looked innocent enough those Wanderers left her be. Simple, easy. They did not try to pick a fight. After all why fight against someone for berries that they couldn't eat? And even if some were edible she wouldn't give it to them. Her task was simple enough and it gave her something to do while she debated over the false king and what he thought he was doing here. She felt there was something that was happening but what that was she didn't know. It was almost beyond her as these animals didn't act like those of the distant tribes she had come from. Absentmindedly she had been collecting and her basket was nearly fill as these thoughts filled her head. This one with orange yellow wild carrots and yellow thin leaves. The brightness she was looking for.
With care she made her way back home through the stable grounded forest. The thick branches and fallen needles making her steps quiet and muted. Her eyes closed as she tried to think of how peaceful it was, a lie to anyone who was not within the walls of Tanglewood. Did this place have friends? If so why had no one come to check on them? A frown pulled at her muzzle as she entered the small town and went to her porch, shifting through the many different berries and the large basket of soft clay she also had acquired. A large bowl of water sat ready for use and she dumped the bright orange and yellow berries in first, beginning to mash them up with the liquid to create a watery and very soupy bright orange coloration. It was too runny for what she had planned and so she started to add in clay to thick it up. Softly she began to hum to herself, continuing to make her war paint. But what else could she potentially be planning?
With care she made her way back home through the stable grounded forest. The thick branches and fallen needles making her steps quiet and muted. Her eyes closed as she tried to think of how peaceful it was, a lie to anyone who was not within the walls of Tanglewood. Did this place have friends? If so why had no one come to check on them? A frown pulled at her muzzle as she entered the small town and went to her porch, shifting through the many different berries and the large basket of soft clay she also had acquired. A large bowl of water sat ready for use and she dumped the bright orange and yellow berries in first, beginning to mash them up with the liquid to create a watery and very soupy bright orange coloration. It was too runny for what she had planned and so she started to add in clay to thick it up. Softly she began to hum to herself, continuing to make her war paint. But what else could she potentially be planning?