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rainbowfic2013-07-05 11:08 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2013-07-05 11:08 pm
Bubblegum Pink #5, Ember #20, Fever Red #13
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Favorite
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bubblegum Pink #5. Rubber Duck, Ember #20. Salamander, Fever Red #13. vomit
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, canvas (Kit is about eight), feathers, charcoal, novelty beads, glitter (catch), glue ("You're in the zone, enabling you to quickly focus your mind and shift your perspective now that the Moon is back in your sign...Let your true colors shine through.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Kit
Warnings: Animal abuse, creepy child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Salamanders were Kit's favorite playthings.
They were squirmy and slimy, and fun to capture, and he could make them last a long time, not like with birds.
He had one, that he'd caught like two months ago, and pinned it to the floor in his room. He could spend hours, cutting off a limb and watching it grow back, watching it writhe, forcing flies and spiders down its throat.
When it stopped growing, he knew it was dead, and threw it out with the rest of the trash. It didn't matter anymore.
And he could always find another.
Story: Favorite
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bubblegum Pink #5. Rubber Duck, Ember #20. Salamander, Fever Red #13. vomit
Supplies and Materials: miniature, photography, canvas (Kit is about eight), feathers, charcoal, novelty beads, glitter (catch), glue ("You're in the zone, enabling you to quickly focus your mind and shift your perspective now that the Moon is back in your sign...Let your true colors shine through.")
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Kit
Warnings: Animal abuse, creepy child
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always.
Salamanders were Kit's favorite playthings.
They were squirmy and slimy, and fun to capture, and he could make them last a long time, not like with birds.
He had one, that he'd caught like two months ago, and pinned it to the floor in his room. He could spend hours, cutting off a limb and watching it grow back, watching it writhe, forcing flies and spiders down its throat.
When it stopped growing, he knew it was dead, and threw it out with the rest of the trash. It didn't matter anymore.
And he could always find another.