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Feb 25, 2015 0:10:22 GMT -5
Post by jake on Feb 25, 2015 0:10:22 GMT -5
Tag: {PANTOMIME!
Akali had ventured out of her little paradise, but it's only at dawn. She moves quickly, quietly over the ground. Dew is wet on the soggy grass, the snow having melted out with high temperatures the day before. She doesn't mind. Akali never minds, and that's one of the most beautiful things she can ask for. There's a suqish-squish below her paws, and she's so... she feels a little alive today. She feels like there's something new happening around here. That's good. Sun is coming up. She's awake. The world around her is awake. That's just... fantastic. Everything is great.
She's shaky. It's nothing that Akali can help, especially when today is too beautiful for words. She can't tell why. It's just... something that happens. The girl has a low fear that she's getting sick again. That's the biggest scare of all, really. Akali has never been required to take care of herself, and in some ways, she's not able to. She's grown out of the bulk of her illnesses, but her immune system will probably never be what it needs to. Not one hundred percent, not ever. That's a thought she can't really figure out. It makes her head ache and her chest hurt, the idea that she's alone.
Into the church she skulks, moving easily across the ground. Eyes bright, a slight tremble as she sits beneath a cracked, stained glass pane scattering colored light around the stone room. Akali is exploratory, and she's moving with a certain cautious grace. Over the stone floor, all the way to the altar. Colorful, brilliant, beautiful... she cannot help that. Tail wagging. Tail wagging, a low sort of crouch as she listens to the chirping of the birds and the breaking of the morning. What a fantastic air around her head, an early, early morning. She loves it.