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05-01-2017, 07:11 PM
I'm standing near the frozen arch, waiting, thinking as I sometimes do, and my mind immediately falls back onto the inevitable suspicion that I do not belong.
When I glance over my shoulder, I see the crisp bowl that sits deep between the mountains, and I realize that I'm staring the Basin right in the face. I just kind of stand now, ears flickering, tail swishing, observing the place which I call home. I dig the Basin―even despite my current mental state. When I think of it, I think of strength: a trait I'm finding unanimous among the locals. And then there's me: all drugs and sex and fun. I squint harder at the Basin before me, wondering half-assedly when that common trait will find its way into my genetic makeup.
The way I see it, I've got plenty of time.
Until then, I'm going to keep doing whatever. Unlike a lot of the Basin folks, I don't really have a specific duty. This, I decide, is a good thing. Call it what you want, but I'm not much of a worker and I'm more than content to relax all day in the spring or around the greenhouse.
But evening is fast approaching, and so I take advantage of the final remnants of sunlight I'm going to get until morning. The nights in the Basin are brisk, and I often jolt awake and wish for warmth. Standing beneath the frozen arch, among the wack-ass Sentinels, I pop a hip out and just tan for a little, closing my eyes in pleasure as the sunlight warms my skin.
When I glance over my shoulder, I see the crisp bowl that sits deep between the mountains, and I realize that I'm staring the Basin right in the face. I just kind of stand now, ears flickering, tail swishing, observing the place which I call home. I dig the Basin―even despite my current mental state. When I think of it, I think of strength: a trait I'm finding unanimous among the locals. And then there's me: all drugs and sex and fun. I squint harder at the Basin before me, wondering half-assedly when that common trait will find its way into my genetic makeup.
The way I see it, I've got plenty of time.
Until then, I'm going to keep doing whatever. Unlike a lot of the Basin folks, I don't really have a specific duty. This, I decide, is a good thing. Call it what you want, but I'm not much of a worker and I'm more than content to relax all day in the spring or around the greenhouse.
But evening is fast approaching, and so I take advantage of the final remnants of sunlight I'm going to get until morning. The nights in the Basin are brisk, and I often jolt awake and wish for warmth. Standing beneath the frozen arch, among the wack-ass Sentinels, I pop a hip out and just tan for a little, closing my eyes in pleasure as the sunlight warms my skin.
@Zunden sorry this took a bit!
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Magic/violence cool whenever.
