Post by andromeda tau on Jul 30, 2011 18:24:31 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 505px; -moz-border-radius: 0 185 185 0px;background-color:#09281d;] why don’t you be the artist? ---------------------------------------- and make me out of clay. why don’t you be the writer? and decide the words i say.-------- The glassy, iridescent surface was shattered by the plump raindrops which cascaded in a frenzy down from the navy firmament. The raindrops landed upon the plush sea of grass, their droplets slipping off the blades and landing amongst the dirt. But some however, landed upon a different living thing, a sodden golden feline who approached the river with a light smile gracing her lips. Her lithe figure seemed almost like the river in the sense that it was ample and seemed to bend around the obstacles it came into contact with. Limber paws set foot on the slick grass and hauled her forward, muscles wrenching her spotted frame forth. The rain seemed to drown out all the noise that would normally reach the listening ears, but a few notes of a hushed song flowed forth from the slender beauty. “From this valley they say you are going,” The actual content of the song was outdated but it flowed out in a soothing, mature female voice that seemed a beautiful compliment to the rain as though it was her backbeat itself. The tune floated into the air, and seemed to rise in intensity as it came forth from her rising above the pitter-patter of the rain. Another few bars rising from the dulcet voice of the leopard, “We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile, for they say you are taking the sunshine that has brightened our path for a while.” Passion seemed to accompany the notes as they moved freely into the air, and her focus seemed to wrap itself around the song and the tune which played within her own mind. Her body moved into the river, and she twisted herself in a tight circle, moving her head in a graceful dip. Her long tail wrapped around her black spotted frame, twitching at the end. “Come and sit by my side if you love me,” Her singing continued, the notes drawn out and slow and her movements matching such, as she turned in delicate circles and flicked her paws about her. Her hips dipped and lifted in slower motions, and she seemed to liquefy as though she too had just been cast from the heavens and was slowly drifting towards the earth; suspended without a sense of gravity for a short time being. “Do not hasten to bid me adieu.” Her body bowed into the water, her jaw hovering just a fraction of an inch away from the cold surface of the hydrogen, and then she rolled, regaining her former height after she’d given an elegant twist of one of her forelimbs. “But remember the Red River Valley.” The song was something ingrained in her memory from when she was a mere cub, her mother and sister had sung it and she had joined in. The trio attracted the attention of admirers far and wide with the old folksong, but since the death of her sister and the departure of her mother; the song had been unsung. But, the golden hued cat’s natural liking was water, so it settled her and when she was calm, the most closely clutched songs seemed to burst forth from her. All the while, she maintained an elegant and lulling presence that seemed to bring forth the life to her. The water swirled around her dancing figure, her reflection distorted by the raindrops that cascaded onto the slow-moving river but all the same mirroring her movements and adding to the beautiful performance. Her head hung low and for a moment she twisted like a snake does as it glides over the ground as she hummed the music which still would be easily enough to hear. “Won’t you think of the valley you’re leaving?” Here her movement ceased and her pale blue optics gazed fondly out to see if anyone was watching. Regardless, she carried on her performance, her body sliding into a seated position. “Oh, how lonely, how said it will be? Oh, think of the fond heart you’re breaking.” At this she lifted her front limbs out from the water and they seemed to weave amongst each other in the air, forming an intricate pattern. “And the grief you are causing me.” Then she turned her body once more, her dance quickening for a few heartbeats as the water splashed against her lean legs. “Come and sit by me if you love me, do not hasten to bid me adieu.” And then she flicked her tail out, an invitation of sorts, as the spotted member slipped across her flanks. Her chin tilted upwards, and the rain drops slipped down her petite head as her icy visionaries withheld the sky. |
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