09-28-2018, 08:58 PM
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albeit venus' mentality was a little insensitive, they couldn't shift the uneasy dread that should wash over them whenever the rare moments arose where the teen was bedridden with illness gripping their body. to be bedridden your whole life? that was like a never-ending nightmare venus never wanted to experience. the kitsune was just a burning furnace of wonder and curiosity that no matter how hard you shoveled in coal, soon enough the silvery teen would be begging for more to keep their sanity running. a cyclic pattern.
watching the small child in the middle of the camp, her form surrounded by various colourful crayons, the child begged of her group to join her in her colouring. quaint. venus wasn't really a stranger to art, for it had become an integral part to documenting new species that had risen from tanglewood's pollution mutating the natural fauna. but in these sketches venus only ever used shades of grey to immortalise the creature's grotesque forms. never before had venus used anything like, colour. a shame really, some colours of the species the teen had seen were beautiful - they had been reduced to a footnote. "what kinds of things are you colouring then?" peering over the child's shoulders, venus' sapphire gaze raked over the books that were lain before the ivory serval with a bemused countenance. "wow, cool. do you ever draw too? my name's venus by the way. who might you be?"
(welcome (back) to sunhaven quill!!! <3)