by ~Levi~ » Tue Mar 20, 2018 8:30 am
Username: ~Levi~
Name: TigerLily
Gift: Flower Crown - little sister
Why?
Tigerlily grew up in the dank grey slums at the edge of the city. It was a filthy place, where diseases ran rampant and chaos was the only form of order. The streets were covered in grime that made the ground feel gritty or slippery depending on the level of humidity. The houses were all a steel grey with brown smudges regardless of what original colour they once were. The sky was almost always overcast from the coal mines the pumped out ton after ton of grey sludge into the sky and the smoke from large express trains that rattled daily delivering goods to the outer edge of the center district. The residents of the slums had no way of knowing what was being delivered as the trains sped past but in their few idle moments they would dream about mouthwatering delicacies the likes of which they had never tasted, or clothes so fine that the fabric would run like water through their fingers.
Tigerlily had also once dreamed of such fineries but had decided that such things bred corruption. For while the slums were harsh, there was a small sense of community, however the tax collectors and armed forces – the only non-slum residents that ever appeared – had clothes with no snags or holes and shoes that could show you your reflection they bickered and fought amongst each other and stole what few possessions the slum residents had. Now Tigerlily wondered if they did not view the stealing and harassment as such as they viewed the slum residents as vermin, which therefore had no rights or belongings. Either way the world as she saw it could only be seen as corrupt.
Then one evening, Tigerlily snuck away from the grime and the grey, unable to bear the oppressive air that seemed to choke you more and more with each breath you took. She stuck to the shadows like a rat, carefully creeping through the piles of broken plastic and glass, avoiding puddles of unsavory liquid towards the edge of the slums. Most people avoided the edge of the slums, as there were the wild beasts that roamed the wild, with flashing eyes and snarling jaws that had been told to rip dozens of people into shreds with a single swipe. But Tigerlily continued onward, knowing that her mother and sister would not be worried about her being fast asleep.
She continued forwards as the broken cobblestone gave way to gravel and as the gravel gave way to tufts of prickly grass and molded moss. The air became lighter, although the stench of humanity continued to hang heavy in the air, the houses were piles of rubble that had been worn away after decades of lack of use and care. The grass grew longer, and the earth grew softer as she continued onwards. Then she approached the red-rusted chain link fence that had many a tear and was smothered by tall grass at its base. Tigerlilly found one such tear and crouched down next to it, pushing the grass out of the way she moved to crawl through the hole before she hesitated. The sun had set and only the distant fiery glow from the windows of the distant houses in the slums and the more artificial light from the taller towers of the city provided light; the wind was bitter as well, hinting at the late winter chill that would be sure to set in with the promise of frost. Tigerlily took a shuddering breath, closing her eyes for a moment before steeling herself and shoved her way through the tear, ignoring the ominous way that the torn wire links clutched at her, trying to hold her back. But she continued through.
She stumbled away once she was free of the cities clutches and after a second hesitantly wandered forward, towards the looming trees. The air seemed so much fresher, the world seemed endless with no boundaries in site and it was all she could do but start to run. She tore through the grass and into the forest, taking in minute details as she did. The silvery blue of the bark of the beach trees, the dark green of the grass that waved as she passed, the faded red of the Hellebore flowers. The world was so full of colour; Tigerlily had never known that the world could look so alive. Finally she stumbled to a halt in a small clearing, falling to her knees and gasping wildly as she tilted her head up, and there was a sight she would never forget. The sky which had always been covered was a deep blue and there, scattered across it, where tens- no hundreds- possibly thousands, of flecks of light. They shone so brightly and so coldly like nothing that she had ever seen. And they stole away her breath.
Since that fateful night Tigerlilly never failed to sneak away to explore the new world –her world- that she had discovered. She would bring back trinkets, a rusted coloured acorn, a branch of silvery birch twigs, a soft tuft of rabbit fur that had been caught on a briar thorn or perhaps a blue speckled fragment of a bird’s broken egg. So when her younger sister’s birthday came around and she had to think of a present, not for a second did her mind go to such superficial things like a new dress or an engraved comb, no she wanted to give a piece of her world to her sister. So she stole away the day before, leaving her duties behind, to find the freshest, most colourful and scented flowers of blue, pink and violet. And when she had collected them, she used supple young birch branches that were decorated with their newly budded leaves to weave into a crown. Then she threaded in the flowers until the most beautiful crown lay on her lap. Tigerlilly smiled, it was fit for a princess.
And it was part of her world.
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Last edited by
~Levi~ on Mon Apr 02, 2018 6:39 am, edited 12 times in total.
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“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.” ― Charles Darwin
“Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.” ― Ayn Rand
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” ― Bernard M. Baruch
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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Name: Poppy or Fenrir
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