Post by NETH. on Jan 25, 2011 0:22:19 GMT -5
Nouveau stretched luxuriously in sun warmed sand. It smelled like egypt this place. Hot, golden, dusky, there was a flavor of magic that she could taste across her tongue. What did magic taste like? Well to Nouveau it tasted like ozone, electric, magnetic like the elements.
The sand sparkled when you looked at it up close, winking mysteriously. It knew something that others didn't. It held secrets and precious treasure.
The girl laying on top of the giant dune rolled onto her back, laughed aloud and proceeded to make a sand-angel, splaying her limbs out wide and rubbing them along the soft sandy grains. She looked like a lioness, a cat-hunter who had paused to indulge her silly child-like whims. The sand was begging her to roll in it, so she did. She had time. All the time in the world. The hunt was on pause, the game could wait while she rested. Though once the sun hit it's peak the huntress would have to retire to cooler places. Sunstroke wasn't as fun as people thought it was. As if anyone thought sunstroke was fun.
The sky was pale blue, cloudless. It looked both beautiful and distasteful at the same time. The shade of blue it was, was beautiful, like wild flowers and periwinkle but at the same time the entire sky looked sun-bleached like a pair of ratty jeans she owned. The had wind picked up while she lay there. It started to howl against her ears and throw handfuls of sand at her. Nouveau rolled lithely, predator-like into a crouching position to survey. A sandstorm was almost deadly from the places in Africa she'd lived in, they came fast and unexpected if you didn't know the signs. This place seemed much too gentle for something so fierce. A crease formed between her eyebrows, it was naive of her to misjudge this place. From the dirty old canvas bag slung across her shoulders the wild girl pulled loose a small slip of leather and quickly tied it around her eyes, small slits in it allowed her to see but lowered the chance of being blinded by sand. Say what you will about dermabrasion but this was a bit too severe. It was time to look for some shelter. Off she was, kicking the dust like a gazelle on the run with only the sun's movement to guide her and then well... BAM! Nouveau was making a personal acquaintance with the sand. Her left foot throbbed horribly where it came into contact with something impossibly hard. She rolled, bounced to her feet on reflex, the leather mask drooping off her face lopsidedly and scanned the ground for whatever had tripped her. She fumed silently at the ungrace of it all. And then she caught it, it's smooth surface glowed like molten amber and mottled with iron and steel gray flecks. No. "Oh no no no no no." She dived for it frantically, nails clawing away at the sand to pry it free, Nouveau was in a frenzy to inspect whether she'd cracked it or not. She cradled the egg, rolling it over gently and not coming across anything. Heres hoping she didn't give the poor baby inside brain damage. "Jesus," She exhaled while holding the egg in one arm she bent forwards to rub her still throbbing big toe. "You'd think you'd be a little more discrete with your tricks little one." Nouveau scolded the unhatched baby. "I know about your kind. Playing games even before birth. Your bonded one would not be happy if my big feet gave you a permanent dent..." The huntress sigh and scrubbed a hand through her messy locks. "So what now? Do I bury you and run? The sandstorm feels like it's getting closer, no thanks to you..."
The sand sparkled when you looked at it up close, winking mysteriously. It knew something that others didn't. It held secrets and precious treasure.
The girl laying on top of the giant dune rolled onto her back, laughed aloud and proceeded to make a sand-angel, splaying her limbs out wide and rubbing them along the soft sandy grains. She looked like a lioness, a cat-hunter who had paused to indulge her silly child-like whims. The sand was begging her to roll in it, so she did. She had time. All the time in the world. The hunt was on pause, the game could wait while she rested. Though once the sun hit it's peak the huntress would have to retire to cooler places. Sunstroke wasn't as fun as people thought it was. As if anyone thought sunstroke was fun.
The sky was pale blue, cloudless. It looked both beautiful and distasteful at the same time. The shade of blue it was, was beautiful, like wild flowers and periwinkle but at the same time the entire sky looked sun-bleached like a pair of ratty jeans she owned. The had wind picked up while she lay there. It started to howl against her ears and throw handfuls of sand at her. Nouveau rolled lithely, predator-like into a crouching position to survey. A sandstorm was almost deadly from the places in Africa she'd lived in, they came fast and unexpected if you didn't know the signs. This place seemed much too gentle for something so fierce. A crease formed between her eyebrows, it was naive of her to misjudge this place. From the dirty old canvas bag slung across her shoulders the wild girl pulled loose a small slip of leather and quickly tied it around her eyes, small slits in it allowed her to see but lowered the chance of being blinded by sand. Say what you will about dermabrasion but this was a bit too severe. It was time to look for some shelter. Off she was, kicking the dust like a gazelle on the run with only the sun's movement to guide her and then well... BAM! Nouveau was making a personal acquaintance with the sand. Her left foot throbbed horribly where it came into contact with something impossibly hard. She rolled, bounced to her feet on reflex, the leather mask drooping off her face lopsidedly and scanned the ground for whatever had tripped her. She fumed silently at the ungrace of it all. And then she caught it, it's smooth surface glowed like molten amber and mottled with iron and steel gray flecks. No. "Oh no no no no no." She dived for it frantically, nails clawing away at the sand to pry it free, Nouveau was in a frenzy to inspect whether she'd cracked it or not. She cradled the egg, rolling it over gently and not coming across anything. Heres hoping she didn't give the poor baby inside brain damage. "Jesus," She exhaled while holding the egg in one arm she bent forwards to rub her still throbbing big toe. "You'd think you'd be a little more discrete with your tricks little one." Nouveau scolded the unhatched baby. "I know about your kind. Playing games even before birth. Your bonded one would not be happy if my big feet gave you a permanent dent..." The huntress sigh and scrubbed a hand through her messy locks. "So what now? Do I bury you and run? The sandstorm feels like it's getting closer, no thanks to you..."
NOUVEAU
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