Post by Feather Crestfall on Feb 8, 2022 10:23:15 GMT -5
The universe has a strange way of making you feel small as you gazed up upon the stars. Million miles away the tiny little balls of gas you see twinkling in the darkness of the midnight sky light up the void that stretches on forever, might have already expired and burnt out. It wasn't the fate she wanted for herself before she even found her meaning in life.She never felt as though he was going to make a huge mark on the planet but her brother had a chance to change the world through music. Artists were a dime a dozen, anyone could do what she did, throw some paint on a canvas and give someone an emotional reaction to it. What made Feather more unique was how she could take any image someone loved and she could ink it into skin with accuracy. Make it a mark on a body to be permanently with a person on their journey.
It had been sometime since she had taken some time to head out in the dark to stare up into the night sky. Tonight the sky was clear, and a gentle breeze played with the strands of hair that hadn't been trapped in her braid she had tied loosely and to the left rest against her neck. The vastness had a way of clearing her mind. She needed time away from people away from the group. She loved her friends but the problem with being an empath when around a lot of people she often could pick up on everyone's feelings without even asking. She had her own way of seeing the world and if you asked she often felt as if she could almost read other people's minds. It was often a bit draining for her to be around so many people at once. It was why she didn't often go out clubbing with the others when she was invited.
Reaching into the sattle bag of her motorcycle, she pulled out a sketchbook and a chipped metal case of full sketching pencils. When her mind was quiet she began to draw. She didn't have much of an idea what she would come up with but she let her mind take over, and closed her eye letting her mind's eye guide her pencil against the smooth blank sheet of white parchment. Her mind was usually drawn to mixing things of beauty with things seen as more macabre, showing how even the most grim things there could be beauty. When she was all finished he had drawn a decaying cat skull with wildflowers spouting out the spaces of the bones and eye sockets. From the earth everything came and one day it would all return. It was an endless cycle. She looked over her sketch before running her finger along some of the lines to smuge the lines giving the Image more depth and realistic like appearance. Felines didn't appear much in her art, with her own alternate form being a mountain lion she often felt as though she had a weird connection to the animals. It was strong enough to never want as a pet. It would be too weird. The life she led she didn't need either. She liked not having things to tie her and Cloud down, for a while they were like the wind traveling wherever they wanted. She didn't mind it much, but now they had what Feather could feel what they were searching for and it was this odd little family of misfits and what others would call monsters. People like them who were more than just people, more human.
Her phone rang, cutting through the quietness of her cliff side perch, and she pulled it out of her pocket and answered not looking at the display. "Hello.. Oh hey. I'm not doing much, just stargazing if you want to join me. I'm at the cliffs. Okay well I'll sit still and see you soon." Slipping her phone back in her jacket pocket she went back to looking at her drawing and began adding shadows and highlights, the more she stared at the page the more she felt it would make a gorgeous tattoo one she might have to ink onto herself if she could find a big enough empty space.
It had been sometime since she had taken some time to head out in the dark to stare up into the night sky. Tonight the sky was clear, and a gentle breeze played with the strands of hair that hadn't been trapped in her braid she had tied loosely and to the left rest against her neck. The vastness had a way of clearing her mind. She needed time away from people away from the group. She loved her friends but the problem with being an empath when around a lot of people she often could pick up on everyone's feelings without even asking. She had her own way of seeing the world and if you asked she often felt as if she could almost read other people's minds. It was often a bit draining for her to be around so many people at once. It was why she didn't often go out clubbing with the others when she was invited.
Reaching into the sattle bag of her motorcycle, she pulled out a sketchbook and a chipped metal case of full sketching pencils. When her mind was quiet she began to draw. She didn't have much of an idea what she would come up with but she let her mind take over, and closed her eye letting her mind's eye guide her pencil against the smooth blank sheet of white parchment. Her mind was usually drawn to mixing things of beauty with things seen as more macabre, showing how even the most grim things there could be beauty. When she was all finished he had drawn a decaying cat skull with wildflowers spouting out the spaces of the bones and eye sockets. From the earth everything came and one day it would all return. It was an endless cycle. She looked over her sketch before running her finger along some of the lines to smuge the lines giving the Image more depth and realistic like appearance. Felines didn't appear much in her art, with her own alternate form being a mountain lion she often felt as though she had a weird connection to the animals. It was strong enough to never want as a pet. It would be too weird. The life she led she didn't need either. She liked not having things to tie her and Cloud down, for a while they were like the wind traveling wherever they wanted. She didn't mind it much, but now they had what Feather could feel what they were searching for and it was this odd little family of misfits and what others would call monsters. People like them who were more than just people, more human.
Her phone rang, cutting through the quietness of her cliff side perch, and she pulled it out of her pocket and answered not looking at the display. "Hello.. Oh hey. I'm not doing much, just stargazing if you want to join me. I'm at the cliffs. Okay well I'll sit still and see you soon." Slipping her phone back in her jacket pocket she went back to looking at her drawing and began adding shadows and highlights, the more she stared at the page the more she felt it would make a gorgeous tattoo one she might have to ink onto herself if she could find a big enough empty space.
