Dirt on my shoes
Feb 15, 2015 21:03:20 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 15, 2015 21:03:20 GMT -5
WHY IS IT THAT YOU COULD ONLY SEE THE WORST IN ME
I SWEAR SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE IT NURTURES ME
I SWEAR SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE IT NURTURES ME
Winter crested the horizon it was bitter with its snap, crackling over the backs of the city dogs with a voracity that she was impressed with. It didn’t take long for dogs to seek shelter, hiding away from the elements during the coldest parts of the day. Winter had come with a roar, not like the bleating of a lamb. At night she would seek shelter when she had decided the cold air was too much for her. The city, while welcoming enough, only brought her a modicum of comfort in its shambled buildings that leaned together in the waning sunlight. Lark welcomed the new challenge with open arms but a will of iron.
Turning her gilded gaze into the sunset they glowed, bright like the electricity from a lightning storm. She was able minded enough to see the progress, to see where her process needed to take her. Given both of those she had started on reconstructing what she had lost in the city prior to her leaving with Alhambra.
Her breath hung in pale clouds just before her muzzle, dissipating slowly with the threat of freezing. Snow should be on the horizon now, she thought ruefully. It wouldn’t change her tactics too much, given that the city never slept when the snow was high. It would only make her days shorter, her nights just a tad longer. They, Alhambra and her, would huddle together to keep their body heat in the night when she was feeling particularly okay with another’s presence. However, Lark rarely allowed for that kind of interaction. If she felt cold enough that she needed another she routinely sought out that presence.
Under the pretense of exploration she walked between the buildings closest to her and through a dark alleyway without fear. Maybe she was being foolish to fear so little but she hardly thought that the world was anything to be afraid of. After all she had all her necessary tools of the trade to her disposal.
Coming abreast a new street she peered toward the darkening sky for a tell as to when her daily job would be through. The black mongrel raised her head high, scenting the air for any presence before continuing on. Perhaps it was time to turn in, but she found it better to gain ground where she could, even through the billows of snow.
The weather could wait for Lark. She waited for no one or anything.
// Closed for WARDOG
I COULD SAY I'M DONE WITH IT BUT IT LURKS IN ME
SO I'MA JUST TELL MYSELF THAT IT WORKS FOR ME
SO I'MA JUST TELL MYSELF THAT IT WORKS FOR ME