blood stains on the carpet // intro

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    BUT I WAS LATE FOR THIS, LATE FOR THAT, LATE FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE & tags


    Gentle green eyes flicked towards the sky, a bursting canvas of blues and whites, warm and light hues of the atmosphere. The warmth emitted from the clear sky was soothing, comforting to a tired body that had stayed up maybe just a couple hours past bedtime. To say Cleo regretted it was a lie, she was working hard for her clan, the place she really grew up in- finally making herself known.

    A gentle sigh and paws followed with quiet thumps, the gait all bouncy. The coyote herself had no idea where she was going or even what she was doing, she was just exploring camp. Scanning for those she could talk to and introduce herself to. As a child she never really went out, staying within the confines of the camp and her little hidey holes. Now was the time for change after seeing how happy everyone else was. She was excited and if not a little nervous, she knew nobody at all. All the common names and possible ones flew through her mind before she went out. Calm, calm. They won't hurt me. I hope.

    "speech"

    TAGS. home. to say chicagocrimes grew up here would be a false claims. to say she watched it grow up proves more fitting. lifting hand through the ashes with dances of fire and ambition twisting into the lulls of once formidable empire taking shape, peace and serenity to make up it's heart. the sanctuary is something she's stood by since very beginning, one of the few beings to step forward and mold it into the fit of the world back then, taking stance on shaky legs and first breaths coming uneven and uncertain. she wants to protect it, the desire strong, ambition but a riot within dead girl.


    the day is new, darling light coming unto them to lull fingers across a stretch of fur. she's making way into heart of gaia, the sun dimmining against fur ambered and fiery, skies of dreamer's blue and galaxy strewn thrown behind her, when orbs of lavender catch sight of a child . . . fairly old at that, a year almost upon them if she can guess right, bouncing on paw pads as forth they wandered into depths of home wide and inviting, eyeing the flicker of movement. a brow archs, lifting skyward in the softest twinges of curiosity, the dead girl merely watching the canine make their rounds, hopping this way and that, a look unreadable to her taking purchase on their face. she steps toward other, clearing throat as a call whittles past lips. "hey, you okay? yer lookin' a lil" jittery."