Post by Techno♥ on Dec 24, 2012 14:12:17 GMT -5
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thoughts
Kori was not exactly a thrill-seeker or a renegade; not by any means. In fact, battle was often the only time she saw much action, or perhaps a particularly wild night out - she lacked the resources to deal with much else. As her mother would always say, the girl's head was so full of sharp weapons that everything else fled for fear of injury. But the eerie, mysterious forest drew her in with such strength, and sometimes she would disregard the dangers and venture in. Such was the case today.
The girl was dressed slightly different than her usual dresses and heels, or even shorts and a plain tank top. She wore a corset top beneath a fully unzipped leather crop jacket - just enough to be fashionable, fairly modest, and functional. With each step, if the girl wasn't careful, a little metallic jingle would drift forth from the chains at skirt, which was crawling with such accessories as other chains, buckles, and laces. Her chains, however, were the only real giveaway to her location among the black from a distance, with its gleam and shine from dozens of metal studs. In these, her meager weapons were tucked, two twin knives that gave her a bit of comfort when walking alone in a dark, blurry nightmare-waiting-to-happen. As scary as it was, she loved the forest and the void of senses that came when she stopped to listen to the sound of nothing. She wanted to learn how to disappear seamlessly into the mystery, like her surroundings seemed to.
But rather, she walked carefully and silently, contemplating all matter of things. Was she being watched? Perhaps, because she certainly felt that way; but again, it was easy to feel that way when alone. I should definitely come out here for target practice, she thought to herself. But before she could do anything of the sort, a rest was needed. Kotoria rested her back against a tree (she had learned to never leave her back so unprotected when she could be attacked), absently messing with her vibrant pink hair. She ran her fingers through it, more as something to do and out of habit than out of usefulness of the gesture. It was so peaceful and yet unnerving, with the fog and the way the Tanglewood lived. The sound of nothing gradually became the sound of the trees scheming.
The girl was dressed slightly different than her usual dresses and heels, or even shorts and a plain tank top. She wore a corset top beneath a fully unzipped leather crop jacket - just enough to be fashionable, fairly modest, and functional. With each step, if the girl wasn't careful, a little metallic jingle would drift forth from the chains at skirt, which was crawling with such accessories as other chains, buckles, and laces. Her chains, however, were the only real giveaway to her location among the black from a distance, with its gleam and shine from dozens of metal studs. In these, her meager weapons were tucked, two twin knives that gave her a bit of comfort when walking alone in a dark, blurry nightmare-waiting-to-happen. As scary as it was, she loved the forest and the void of senses that came when she stopped to listen to the sound of nothing. She wanted to learn how to disappear seamlessly into the mystery, like her surroundings seemed to.
But rather, she walked carefully and silently, contemplating all matter of things. Was she being watched? Perhaps, because she certainly felt that way; but again, it was easy to feel that way when alone. I should definitely come out here for target practice, she thought to herself. But before she could do anything of the sort, a rest was needed. Kotoria rested her back against a tree (she had learned to never leave her back so unprotected when she could be attacked), absently messing with her vibrant pink hair. She ran her fingers through it, more as something to do and out of habit than out of usefulness of the gesture. It was so peaceful and yet unnerving, with the fog and the way the Tanglewood lived. The sound of nothing gradually became the sound of the trees scheming.