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Post by blufly on Apr 2, 2006 8:33:48 GMT -7
Tredici, quattordici, quindici, the figure counted the stars lazily above as she moved quietly through the tall grasses, the vegetation whipping idly in the warm, summer breeze. She resembled most women of the Victorian age; she wore a long flowing gown with a modest neckline, and on her feet she wore simple white shoes. Her wavy hair, nearly white in color, was let to rest on her shoulders, not what most young ladies her age would do. But then again, she wasn't really a human woman. The Marionette's ivory face was bathed in moonlight as she rose it to look upon what was most likely Venus. A small smile spread across her lips, astrology was alway her favorite subject. But for now, there would be no note-taking, for once she would merely enjoy the sky, not study it. A brush of wind blew her angelic hair across her amber eyes. Brushing it with an annoyed sigh, the female made her way over to an oak bench. Sitting, she noticed how clear the sky was, not a cloud to be seen. And lucky for her, there were no humans about, so she could spend the whole night looking up-wards. "Il cielo รจ bello," the Marionette whispered softly before her words were swept away with the breeze. The sky truely was beautiful, too bad she didn't have anyone else to share the scene with.
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Post by blufly on Apr 2, 2006 17:12:56 GMT -7
ooc| Oh, just as a note, she can speak English as well as Italian. >_><_<
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Post by Kitty Love on Apr 3, 2006 13:50:32 GMT -7
There was indeed a cloud in the sky, a quick moving one that wasn't really a cloud at all, but chose to mimic one. an easy task for one whom was white as the clouds. However, a whisper carried on the breeze came to her, pulling her attention from the heavens to the earth, blank iris' scanning the topography below before spotting the source of said whisper. Wings, which almost looked as if they'd been dipped blood, fully unfurled as the snow hued avian glided gracefully to the earth, taking large, slow circles as she did. soon these lazy circles grew boring and she tucked her wings, diving the ground, only to unfurl them once more and land neatly upon the earth, not far from the strange woman. She was drawn to her by the language she spoke, she she hadn't heard often. The chance to learn something new was a pull the Desire avian couldn't resist.
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