Post by Little Lion on Dec 20, 2008 16:04:08 GMT -7
Is it getting colder?
It was the third tug the pedistrian had made to both sleeves and hood of their brown jacket. The black sleeve cuffs hugged the woman's wrists and though expanding to wrap around her palms it protested the position. She would tug them down over her hands and by the time she had pulled the black fur of her hood around her face, the sleeves had slid back around her wirsts. In search of warmth she stuffed her fists into the coat pockets. The cold had long since turned her knuckles a pinkish color and was now freezing the moisture right out of them. With every bending finger she felt her skin would split. Deterring her thoughts from her stinging fingers, she gave a heavy sigh just to see her breath turn white and whirl through the air. She decided again that it must be getting colder. A pair of hazel eyes moved to her right, gazing out from under the furry hood at the stone wall beside her. It rose up to about her elbow, locking back the earthen hill and fighting the trees roots from breaking through the cemented cracks. The wind stirred the leaves tucked along the lip of the wall, pushing them over infront of her feet. She mindlessly shuffled through them, her brown converses scuffing the pavement and offering little insulation to her freezing feet. Her eyes followed the length of the wall to the end of the street where the green figure on the crosswalk sign was blinking in and out of exsistance. That had been his way of life for as long as she could remember. A simple, constant pattern. Somedays she would challenge it, wondering if it would ever deviate from the set time it blinked on and off. And day after day he would prove he could be constant. She studied him for a moment, the flashing figure's beat pulled a song from the back of her mind that left her lips in a quiet tune. "I'll be there and you will be there."
Tonight the young lady decided she was unconcerned with the crosswalk man and the complexities his simple exsistance brought her. Sealing the vibrance of her hazel eyes, she pulled her arms in closer as a chill shook her body. "And we'll find each other in the-" Her voice wasn't phased by the cold but a sudden sensation had startled her. Her eyes flew open, fixing on the wall finding instantly what had caused the feeling. "Dia fre-" Her hands were clapsed over her mouth before the phrase was finished to quiet her. Level with her head were two pale eyes, staring emptilly back at her. It took her several minutes to register the bristled, black furry form the eyes belonged to. "Oh.." She moved her hands from her lips. Stupid hounds. She stepped closer to the wall, recognizing her curse, perched on it. "Fur cryin' ou'loud, Kadaj." She murmured. Her fingers brushed over his cold fur and retreated back to the warmth of her pockets. "You scared me." She said the words quietly, the feeling wasn't gone. She knew the sensation she had felt wasn't from the dog, it was the feeling you get from a constant pressence and Kadaj had just showed up. The sort of feeling you get when you walk down the street alone - everyone's watching.
It was the third tug the pedistrian had made to both sleeves and hood of their brown jacket. The black sleeve cuffs hugged the woman's wrists and though expanding to wrap around her palms it protested the position. She would tug them down over her hands and by the time she had pulled the black fur of her hood around her face, the sleeves had slid back around her wirsts. In search of warmth she stuffed her fists into the coat pockets. The cold had long since turned her knuckles a pinkish color and was now freezing the moisture right out of them. With every bending finger she felt her skin would split. Deterring her thoughts from her stinging fingers, she gave a heavy sigh just to see her breath turn white and whirl through the air. She decided again that it must be getting colder. A pair of hazel eyes moved to her right, gazing out from under the furry hood at the stone wall beside her. It rose up to about her elbow, locking back the earthen hill and fighting the trees roots from breaking through the cemented cracks. The wind stirred the leaves tucked along the lip of the wall, pushing them over infront of her feet. She mindlessly shuffled through them, her brown converses scuffing the pavement and offering little insulation to her freezing feet. Her eyes followed the length of the wall to the end of the street where the green figure on the crosswalk sign was blinking in and out of exsistance. That had been his way of life for as long as she could remember. A simple, constant pattern. Somedays she would challenge it, wondering if it would ever deviate from the set time it blinked on and off. And day after day he would prove he could be constant. She studied him for a moment, the flashing figure's beat pulled a song from the back of her mind that left her lips in a quiet tune. "I'll be there and you will be there."
Tonight the young lady decided she was unconcerned with the crosswalk man and the complexities his simple exsistance brought her. Sealing the vibrance of her hazel eyes, she pulled her arms in closer as a chill shook her body. "And we'll find each other in the-" Her voice wasn't phased by the cold but a sudden sensation had startled her. Her eyes flew open, fixing on the wall finding instantly what had caused the feeling. "Dia fre-" Her hands were clapsed over her mouth before the phrase was finished to quiet her. Level with her head were two pale eyes, staring emptilly back at her. It took her several minutes to register the bristled, black furry form the eyes belonged to. "Oh.." She moved her hands from her lips. Stupid hounds. She stepped closer to the wall, recognizing her curse, perched on it. "Fur cryin' ou'loud, Kadaj." She murmured. Her fingers brushed over his cold fur and retreated back to the warmth of her pockets. "You scared me." She said the words quietly, the feeling wasn't gone. She knew the sensation she had felt wasn't from the dog, it was the feeling you get from a constant pressence and Kadaj had just showed up. The sort of feeling you get when you walk down the street alone - everyone's watching.
