1 A lost little wasp [Flashback][Private][No Kill] Sat Jan 04, 2014 2:37 am
Ukiyo
Dead
Ukiyo hung, covered in her usual dirt and occasional flora, from a branch upside-down. Her legs grappled the rough, itchy bark tensely to keep her from falling. She had been hanging there for several hours, watching the shadows of trees move across the ground as the sun drifted in the sky. Ukiyo does this not only to better her muscles' endurance, but to also stretch them out for dexterity. Every so often she would lift her head by crunching, stretching her back/stomach and letting the blood rush back to the rest of her body. All the while Ukiyo concentrated on the bugs crawling just inches away from her on the branch, or flying around her just out of reach. She categorized flowers and counted falling leaves, taking account of the beauty around her. The sun painted patterns on the canvas of green, bushes and grass giving texture to the natural portrait. A light flurry of a breeze came through to rustle the wilderness, which gave off a sedative chant to Ukiyo. She closed her eyes and hummed to the sound of the foliage shaking, as if to sing along with it.
As Ukiyo let her mind drift away with the soft brush of wind and the forest's lullaby, she felt her legs begin to slip. The bark scraped and tugged on her skin, trying to keep her up. Soon enough, however, Ukiyo became lost in her thoughts; the temptation to experience the leaf's journey, the graceful fall to a welcoming ground took the best of her. Her legs lost their tension, and soon her body would fall. Ukiyo tilted backwards slightly as she fell, letting her body gently spin in the air to properly meet the grass. The fall was quick yet peaceful, wind rushing past her face and throwing her hair up behind her. Her momentum met ground in a second, absorbing into the grass along with her body. Ukiyo looked up to see about what she expected ahead; several trunks, bushes, forest floor. As she made her way to her feet, the sound of branches being pushed aside and leaves being stomped through sounded several meters away. Ukiyo couldn't see the source yet, and could only hope it hadn't heard her. She crouched behind a set of bushes that seemed to be in the noise's path, blending in with the surroundings naturally. Ukiyo was hoping to get the jump on whatever it was coming through the area, assuming only the worst. She had survived this long by this assumption, and there was no reason to drop it now.
As Ukiyo let her mind drift away with the soft brush of wind and the forest's lullaby, she felt her legs begin to slip. The bark scraped and tugged on her skin, trying to keep her up. Soon enough, however, Ukiyo became lost in her thoughts; the temptation to experience the leaf's journey, the graceful fall to a welcoming ground took the best of her. Her legs lost their tension, and soon her body would fall. Ukiyo tilted backwards slightly as she fell, letting her body gently spin in the air to properly meet the grass. The fall was quick yet peaceful, wind rushing past her face and throwing her hair up behind her. Her momentum met ground in a second, absorbing into the grass along with her body. Ukiyo looked up to see about what she expected ahead; several trunks, bushes, forest floor. As she made her way to her feet, the sound of branches being pushed aside and leaves being stomped through sounded several meters away. Ukiyo couldn't see the source yet, and could only hope it hadn't heard her. She crouched behind a set of bushes that seemed to be in the noise's path, blending in with the surroundings naturally. Ukiyo was hoping to get the jump on whatever it was coming through the area, assuming only the worst. She had survived this long by this assumption, and there was no reason to drop it now.