FEEDING MY ADDICTION - abandoned jewelry box!

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    Her pretty face was at peace, settled into a tranquil, yet somewhat serious expression; a look of simplistic beauty that accented sharp cheekbones a narrow jaw, something that had been sketched into the very landscape with a steady hand.


    Athena had found a seat midst her solace of solitude, rounded haunches that had greeted sandy terrain near a thin tree trunk as small paws shifted through glittering mounds of ornamental jewelry. Tall limbs stirred briefly, moving around the soft curve of her slim belly, as hooked claws would continuously pluck chains from between gold and silver pendants and trinkets. She would eye the ornaments in silent calculation, noting how her selected pieces had typically incorporated great circles and rings enwrapped between their golden strings.


    Athena had tinkered with some, adjusting herself in the mirror the box had come with, and had already fitted two of her treasures; a sun-kissed chain that had been situated between a salmon nose and a rounded sable ear, and a solid, gold choker that integrated strands of glittering amber across a diminutive chest. She had looked almost as ethereal a the goddess she had been named after, lashes stuttering in a brisk blink as she'd tilt an inky chin upwards, observing as the jewels glimmered through mottled sunlight. ’Huh. It would be fitting if they were called a nose chain and a body chain. Is that really what they're called, though?’ The leopardess had thought mutely, shifting the hills of jagged shoulders as a stare fixated on hanging accessories.


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    he had never been given the chance to be 'pretty', at least back in his old home. he was at the bare minimum of healthy back then, and even that was a stretch- matted fur, ripped claws, and a scratched hide. but now he was at least a little bit better than before. of course, he still wasn't the prettiest, nor the healthiest. but anything was better than his old home, right? sicklekit knew that his family here could tell him that this was better, out of patriotism for bloodclan or pity for the kitten himself. but either way, he was better, in looks or not. he now donned a large sweater that almost swallowed him, and fluffy grey fur. his claws had been removed, but his paws weren't infected or anything of the sorts. just the smallest amount of pretty- and even still, sickle still had no idea what jewelry even was.


    the small domestic had been sitting nearby when he had seen the other, playing with a random ball that he had found in one of the many rooms of the pyramids. but he was quite bored, so when his interest was peaked in the box, he was fine with losing the ball to where he once sat as he stumbled forward towards athena. what was this stuff? it was awfully sparkly. he pressed his nose to the box, sniffling the metallic smell before he pulled out a small silver necklace, with a ruby pendant dangling from the chain. it was pretty. he wanted this.