At Leisure Lake the sun is always shining and only a few stray clouds roam the open sky; paradise is the one word that really describes it. This beautiful lake is clean and refreshing, the very best place to swim and fish. Pups are known to play here while older wolves watch at the side, engaged in their own activities.
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Posted on January 1, 2013 at 11:35:03 PM by project [C.L.O.V.E.R.]
 Silence. She'd found it. She'd grown with it. And she now basked in it's presence. Ribs showed easily through her emaciated cloak, beautiful in a manic and morbid sort of way. Sage optics, which used to be so full of light now were cold, heartless... as if the only thing that kept the body running was the slowly pumping veins that let blood flow through her bodice to nourish what could not be nourished. She was dying in every possible way and there was nothing she could do about it. Yes. She had found what she was looking for. Her home that she had once known had been returned to her grasp, and she had stumbled across the borders as a drunken man does tear-stained streets of Hell. But even that could not keep her heart beating. She had been fed something horrific by a male called eric. And now, she seemed to be dependent on him. Soulless portals swept the ground as her hips visibly went out from underneath her. She did not wince. She did not whine. She made no sound at all as she stood back up on shaky pillars. Dependent.. a burden? The femme stopped, blank optics staring into nothingness, as if it were the most intruiging thing in the world. A burden? Was that what she was now? Someone who needed to be cared for and looked after? Someone who would fall off the face of the earth if she was not tied down by a small piece of flesh every other day? The thought wisped away. Clover could not recall what she had just been thinking of. Much less why she was standing absolutely still. So she kept moving. And move she did. In fact, when she broke the undergrowth cloaked in winter's newborn snow, she kept walking, ignoring the fact (or perhaps overlooking) that she was not alone. But Clover, in a terrible way... was always alone. Needless to say, she kept going forward. Even when her talons made contact with the icy waters of the lake, she did not stop. Only when she was up to her elbows in cold crystalline did she stop. And when she did that, she raised her dial and looked straightforward. A ghost on the lake, with hot breath that made gray, opaque shapes in the atmosphere. Her listeners swiveled attentively as she found she was gazing across the mirror-like collection of water. A form was on the opposite side. Numbed to the bone, she slowly backed up a bit and moved through the shallow water (only up to her ankles now) not even caring to shake off the chills, much less the droplets of water that began to turn to ice crystals on her creamy fur. She mirrored his movements, following his every move with a strange and eerie look. If the two kept going, they would soon meet at the same point. However, he stopped. As did Clover. The doll who cannot move without a puppetteer to control her. A slave? No. Heavens no. A lost one with no soul to speak of? Yes, that's it. So, now she watches this soldier as he turns his head to the water, staring in it as if he expects something to rise from the depths. The swan began to move again, drawing ever nearer to his form. By now, she was but around eight feet away and she stepped up onto thebanks, the cold water on her paws turning to frost. A shiver ran up her spine when she stopped a final time, keeping her distance as if she were afraid that she would spread her soul-less-ness to this nameless brujo. What ails you? Her words were soft. Those who had known Clover before she became...well, this, would not be surprised. Due to a defect in her genetic code, her voice box could not produce a sound any louder than a whisper. What was astonishing was the fact that she was speaking on her own accord. |
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- Frozen in the Air? - By Midnight Air January 1, 2013 at 11:51:00 PM
no one can possess - By project C.L.O.V.E.R. January 18, 2013 at 11:10:28 PM
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