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A Stone Cold Fox [PPCS - Snow Angels]

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#1Bella 

A Stone Cold Fox [PPCS - Snow Angels] Empty Tue Nov 19, 2024 10:53 am

Bella




WORDS: 240 | Knit-sune


“Whoooaaa, looking good, guys!” Hands tucked into the waistband of her skirt and a smile upon her face, Bella Benini strolled upon the snowy shoreline of Hargeon and took in the efforts of those who were currently combining their artistic expertise together with the ambient resources, and frankly enjoyed what she saw. Though, perhaps, not as much as previous days.
“Nah, sorry, no modelling today? I'm the other side of the ice…” Making the spot her 'beat' as it were given how she was one of the resident hosts and doing so by letting a few of the ones more able to chisels and the like to capture her likeness in the crystalline medium through which they conveyed their message, the essence of the flirty fox had been caught clad in swimwear already in the days previous, but given the amusement that seeing what others could make of her she couldn't help but feel curious as to what could be conjured with her own efforts.

I just need a subject… A master of both fashion and maker magic as well so perhaps more gifted with the subject of expression than most might have given her credit for, the blonde shuffled her way toward one of the as-yet untaken blocks of the blue stuff before letting loose a breath and searching for inspiration, and searched the seafront for a sign of something which might be able to stir something up within her…


The Female Of The Species



Is More Deadly Than The Male~!
- Bella Benini

credit to nat of adoxography.

#2Ulyssia 

A Stone Cold Fox [PPCS - Snow Angels] Empty Yesterday at 7:10 am

Ulyssia




WORDS: 224 | TAG: @Bella



Ulyssia sat on the cool sand, her piercing gaze fixed on the lively scene before her. Artists of all kinds carved ice and sculpted sand, some crafting intricate ecosystems that seemed to breathe life into the shoreline. Beside her, Jasper lay with his snow-white fur gleaming under the sun, his sharp blue eyes calm as she absently ran her fingers through his coat.  

She wasn’t one for socializing, much less art. Battle and politics, that was her domain. The closest she came to artistry was the occasional poem, and even those were clunky at best. Yet, she watched the others with a quiet respect. This event, organized by Blue Pegasus--her guild--and another called Dawn of the World, or something like that, had drawn out more talent than she expected.  

“Some of them are really good,” she murmured, her voice low as if speaking only for Jasper.  

The beach attire didn’t bother her. She was rarely dressed for modesty, her cropped tank and short wrap more than enough for the heat. At least here, she blended in, though her toned, scarred frame still stood out in its own way.  

She exhaled slowly, glancing at the clusters of guildmates laughing and working together. “Suppose we should try to make some friends,” she said to Jasper, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Or at least, you could. You’re the friendly one.”


credit to nat of adoxography.

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