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rainbowfic2014-07-17 05:38 pm
dark_kana) wrote in rainbowfic2014-07-17 05:38 pm
Chalk White 3 - Spilt Ink 1 - Miniature - Oils - Stain - Feathers - Photography
Name: Kana
Title: After the end
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn
Colors: Chalk White 3. "But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas/All Ran Away And Hid/From One Little Did." - Spilt ink 1. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine
Supplies and Styles: Miniature – Oils (moment of truth) – Stain (part of being sane, is being a little crazy) – Feathers (http://stayintheroom.dreamwidth.org/213375.html) - Photography
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: The war is over and the Wielders have gone home
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: Toll
She flinches, every time she hears an unexpected noise. They startle her, still. She flinches, every time again…
Sighing she bents forward, pulling a bucket of water out of the well. Using a cloth the clean her old wounds before bandaging them again.
A sudden noise, she flinches, her hand moves to her waist, ready to take her sword. Before she realizes the war is over and there is no more need to fight. Still, she stays alert, she can’t help it. Every noise, every movement, everything… She notices everything, fears everything. The toll of war… She’ll never be free.
Title: After the end
Story: Shadows in the distance
Characters: Caithlynn
Colors: Chalk White 3. "But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas/All Ran Away And Hid/From One Little Did." - Spilt ink 1. Sometimes the ghosts of what you had run their fingers down a spine
Supplies and Styles: Miniature – Oils (moment of truth) – Stain (part of being sane, is being a little crazy) – Feathers (http://stayintheroom.dreamwidth.org/213375.html) - Photography
Word count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: The war is over and the Wielders have gone home
Notes: Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome
Other prompt used: Toll
She flinches, every time she hears an unexpected noise. They startle her, still. She flinches, every time again…
Sighing she bents forward, pulling a bucket of water out of the well. Using a cloth the clean her old wounds before bandaging them again.
A sudden noise, she flinches, her hand moves to her waist, ready to take her sword. Before she realizes the war is over and there is no more need to fight. Still, she stays alert, she can’t help it. Every noise, every movement, everything… She notices everything, fears everything. The toll of war… She’ll never be free.
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