Goddess on my Knees (Thyme) Jul 25, 2007 18:18:33 GMT -4
Post by chas on Jul 25, 2007 18:18:33 GMT -4
S l u r A P l e a
The grass blades were soft on her skin, her arms, her legs, the visible skin through the clothing that rested on her body. Such outfits as this were new, not the typical robes she had attired and merely an outfit to symbolize her status as an elf warrior. Though it was not obtained from her home, and a second hand store that didn't' know the first meaning to the word tradition, it did fit quite well and was comfortable, among other things. It was black, and long, the fabric hugging her legs whilst the top held her body with a worthy hold. Her bow, no longer the wooden, green, but a steel black, rested at her side as Chastity gazed up to the setting sun of the evening.
The day had been long, strung with things as encountering and embraces. Where it was her place to tell what was left of her family, she disregarded the action any longer. Tired of the tears wept by the wives, and the yells of the men. The children were left confused though contempt, not knowing of the family they had and not caring that they were no longer there. But the older of the family were devastated.
She had a lack of color, for best in her face each time she met with an uncle or an aunt. It was painful, yes, but a duty needed to be done. Perhaps they would take the burden now and explain to the oblivious members left that she had yet to tell.
Restlessly she turned over in the grass, her head burying in the sharp blades. They tickled her skin after a few moments, making her entire body itch worse then being bitten by a thousand ants. As uncomfortable as she was, the grass began to flatten, making it easier for her to adjust to the incessant pricking. A muffled sigh parted her lips, the hot sun beating down on her partly bare back. The outfit seemed to dip down far enough to expose the black mark upon her pale skin, making it burn without the actual cause of it's creation.
She was well aware she was an open target.
But at this point it wasn't a worry in her mind. Peace and silence was something she desired, as tire took over her body, the sun beginning to tan her skin little before it set behind the tree's. This field was open, surrounded by dark elm and oak that seemed to form a barrier. It felt safe to relax here, whether that was the thoughts of other creatures or not.