She was blessed with beauty and rage. Mother Earth had given her a coat of a thousand colors - littered with large splotches and tiny dots; maroon twists and turns on her bodice that wasn't commonly seen, but that she took pride in. Eyes bright green, full of light, but hiding secrets no one could begin to find or understand; demons that she kept buried deep within her chest, allowing no one to see past her ever-happy facade. She liked it this way; it gave her purpose, to be the bringer of light, the giver of happiness. She enjoyed pleasing people, even if no one had ever done it for her.
She roams swiftly and quietly through the forest, which is bursting with the colors of late autumn. Winter would be arriving soon, and her heart felt full of dread at this thought. Although draft blood ran through her veins, she loathed winter - it was so dark, so barren; all the life was sucked from the earth, leaving a cold wasteland. Her summer coat had already shed and been replaced with a thick layer of fur - so the chilled breeze that brushed her sides did not bother her.
She finds a familiar spot - one she had rested in before making a life for herself in Loess. A small thicket of trees, just big enough for her. Leaves floated down, leaving a small pile for her to lay in - something she does not do often, but that is enjoyable in short doses. Her legs curl under her, and she flops into the accumulation with a huff. She decides that she would stay a while, and just observe the scenery.
Kuma
flower child
@[Camlin]