It was something of a surprise that hunters couldn’t find her, not that the girl in question really understood why the hell anyone chased her but… well, aside from the one that she wanted to chase her—that she knew of. Bunch of idiots tagging her from one realm to the next, spouting off at the mouth about wanting to take her in. Ha! Take her where? To dinner? Ohhhhh…. eggrolls would be good about now. Man she was hungry…
It was his fault! All she done was leave for five measly seconds and poof! Gone when she got back. Not cool, not cool at all. As a result she’d spent the better part of… how long had it been? It didn’t matter. She’d spent A REALLY LONG TIME running around from one place to the next, bored half of the time and the other half playing tag with people who apparently didn’t get the rules! And she knew the rules! He’d tagged her last time and now it was her turn! He was just… making so hard…
A pout formed on her mouth, pale lips pursed—the lower more than the upper. You couldn’t play a game if you couldn’t find the other party! This was tag, not hide and go seek, damnit! She huffed, sighing, and then blew upward. The action upset her bangs briefly, spreading them for a few seconds. Amber-gold eyes were watery—frustrated and then she whined a noise before stomping her foot. Her gaze focused on a dark shadowy creature of a dog—jackal—next to her on the wooden platform.
“Can’t dogs find people with their nose?” she asked the beast that looked more hellhound than anything else. Wisps of cloudy black fell away from a hollow frame; what looked like a ribcage of the same color was exposed. The creature cocked his head, long and tall ears twitching. Razor sharp teeth gnawed on a paint brush, the tipped end dripping purple. “No?” she asked next, seeming to understand his non-human response.
Her hands went to her hips and she straightened. “Arg!” she growled out. In turn, the dog-like creature howled, dropping the paint brush. When she was done she eyed the giant billboard before them. “It doesn’t matter,” she said next with a deep inhale. “First we make this super useful sign! Then!” she pumped her fist in the air. “We drink, dance, and party until we can’t stand!” She grinned then, canines wholly apparent. In the next breath she shoved the fallen paintbrush back in the canine’s mouth to point that it would have choked any other animal. Then she picked up her own and went back to her Full-Proof Art Project.
It was plan W, and it would work. It would!
“Operation: Find Super Sexy Violet Eyes commences now!” she said loudly. “Unless were attacked. And theeeeen we’ll kill some bitches and keep going.” she nodded assuredly as her partner dipped the paintbrush into the bucket between them, making a mess and continuing. As they worked she hummed, dancing to a soundless beat.
Long hair swayed as she worked, some of it braided and some of it just totally at the mercy of the wind. It brushed along a cut off pink tank top and her bare middle back, barely touching the waistband of her black shorts and the belt that hung over them loosely. Colorful sneakers splashed with a rainbow of stripes squeaked along the wooden planks, and knee-high socks in pink and black hugged her calves. It wasn’t as medieval as what she used to wear, but her tastes changed as quickly as the wind. Her hair was much longer than it had been before; though, that could easily be blamed on laziness or distraction instead of taste.
It was his fault! All she done was leave for five measly seconds and poof! Gone when she got back. Not cool, not cool at all. As a result she’d spent the better part of… how long had it been? It didn’t matter. She’d spent A REALLY LONG TIME running around from one place to the next, bored half of the time and the other half playing tag with people who apparently didn’t get the rules! And she knew the rules! He’d tagged her last time and now it was her turn! He was just… making so hard…
A pout formed on her mouth, pale lips pursed—the lower more than the upper. You couldn’t play a game if you couldn’t find the other party! This was tag, not hide and go seek, damnit! She huffed, sighing, and then blew upward. The action upset her bangs briefly, spreading them for a few seconds. Amber-gold eyes were watery—frustrated and then she whined a noise before stomping her foot. Her gaze focused on a dark shadowy creature of a dog—jackal—next to her on the wooden platform.
“Can’t dogs find people with their nose?” she asked the beast that looked more hellhound than anything else. Wisps of cloudy black fell away from a hollow frame; what looked like a ribcage of the same color was exposed. The creature cocked his head, long and tall ears twitching. Razor sharp teeth gnawed on a paint brush, the tipped end dripping purple. “No?” she asked next, seeming to understand his non-human response.
Her hands went to her hips and she straightened. “Arg!” she growled out. In turn, the dog-like creature howled, dropping the paint brush. When she was done she eyed the giant billboard before them. “It doesn’t matter,” she said next with a deep inhale. “First we make this super useful sign! Then!” she pumped her fist in the air. “We drink, dance, and party until we can’t stand!” She grinned then, canines wholly apparent. In the next breath she shoved the fallen paintbrush back in the canine’s mouth to point that it would have choked any other animal. Then she picked up her own and went back to her Full-Proof Art Project.
It was plan W, and it would work. It would!
“Operation: Find Super Sexy Violet Eyes commences now!” she said loudly. “Unless were attacked. And theeeeen we’ll kill some bitches and keep going.” she nodded assuredly as her partner dipped the paintbrush into the bucket between them, making a mess and continuing. As they worked she hummed, dancing to a soundless beat.
Long hair swayed as she worked, some of it braided and some of it just totally at the mercy of the wind. It brushed along a cut off pink tank top and her bare middle back, barely touching the waistband of her black shorts and the belt that hung over them loosely. Colorful sneakers splashed with a rainbow of stripes squeaked along the wooden planks, and knee-high socks in pink and black hugged her calves. It wasn’t as medieval as what she used to wear, but her tastes changed as quickly as the wind. Her hair was much longer than it had been before; though, that could easily be blamed on laziness or distraction instead of taste.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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