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10-03-2013, 11:20 PM
She had kept them alive in her thoughts: too alive, perhaps. They haunted her now like starshine in the dead of night, shining bright in the inky blackness that was her thoughts, snarling and smiling and everything in between. They wrestled with each other in the confines of her head where she split her lip to keep them inside, and even though her eyes glittered - darkly and with excitement - they could not contain the thrashing of her thoughts.
Cancer’s eyes, they flickered through the shadows, bright-shining and mismatched - the left glimmers as a kind of soul-searching gold, the right a darkly whispering blue, both framed by feather lashes, both nervous, anxious, hissing. Her steps are neat, slender limbs contained in a slow-moving walk as she moves meekly through the forest, sunlight dappling across her skin; though inside her conscience toils in the ceaseless lecture against itself, she radiates cool collectedness from the inside out - small steps, head low, tongue clenched between her teeth. A waterfall of deep strawberry curls swishes behind her, wraps in whispering tendrils around her bird-boned legs and falls with a near-silent hiss to her heels, shoulders rolling under a water-smooth strawberry pelt.
Sunlight dapples across her hide as Cancer steps delicately through the forest, rich mica-flecked dirt melting away beneath neat hooves and neater strides: mismatched eyes waver across the landscape accompanied by a fluttering of deep-red lashes, a twist of the lips into the faintest of smiles with a flash of pearl-white teeth. Ears prick at the sound of a soft hoofstep ahead and she stops short, head raised and eyes wide and head tilted in elegant curiosity. Hello?
