Post by CrimsonMoon on Jul 9, 2014 13:39:36 GMT -5
! !!RESERVED FOR REBEL!! !
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In a secluded village, at the very edge of the Kingdoms, bordering between wilderness and utter wilderness, was a group of people so utterly wild yet happy that any outsider would only call them barbaric.
In this village, the people lived off the land, not farming but picking berries digging up roots from the forest around them and using the bells of flowers as fruits.
The road into this village was rarely used, over grown by vines, grass and much more.
The village itself was sizable with nearly 25 huts and a population of a little over one hundred residents.
Today was a special day, a coming of age ceremony for several children. As the sun set, the smell of burning amber and flowers filled the air.
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The river was cold and felt refreshing on the skin, a girl sat on a boulder near the middle of the wide river, her tawny curls flowing down her back and shoulders in perfect ringlets. Her skin a golden brown from the sun. She was washing what looked like an animal hide and sang softly as she did, brownish red water clouding into the water than dissolves:
" Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me..."
The girl places the hide next to her to dry on the side of the boulder in the afternoon heat. She stretches, her tunic was soaked as she pushes up the soft yellow sleeves and slips off her belt, sliding down to dip her toes in the water. She kicks up the water in glittering arcs, her bright multi-colored eyes glowing with happy radiance. Oh what would an outsider think? Seeing such a thing? Hearing such a barbaric song?
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In a secluded village, at the very edge of the Kingdoms, bordering between wilderness and utter wilderness, was a group of people so utterly wild yet happy that any outsider would only call them barbaric.
In this village, the people lived off the land, not farming but picking berries digging up roots from the forest around them and using the bells of flowers as fruits.
The road into this village was rarely used, over grown by vines, grass and much more.
The village itself was sizable with nearly 25 huts and a population of a little over one hundred residents.
Today was a special day, a coming of age ceremony for several children. As the sun set, the smell of burning amber and flowers filled the air.
-❀-❀-
The river was cold and felt refreshing on the skin, a girl sat on a boulder near the middle of the wide river, her tawny curls flowing down her back and shoulders in perfect ringlets. Her skin a golden brown from the sun. She was washing what looked like an animal hide and sang softly as she did, brownish red water clouding into the water than dissolves:
" Get a little closer, let fold
Cut open my sternum, and pull
My little ribs around you
The rungs of me be under, under you
I'll cut the soft pockets, let bleed
Over the rocky cliffs that you leave
To peer over and not forget what feet are
Splitting threads of thunder over me..."
The girl places the hide next to her to dry on the side of the boulder in the afternoon heat. She stretches, her tunic was soaked as she pushes up the soft yellow sleeves and slips off her belt, sliding down to dip her toes in the water. She kicks up the water in glittering arcs, her bright multi-colored eyes glowing with happy radiance. Oh what would an outsider think? Seeing such a thing? Hearing such a barbaric song?