Timestpamp: 36 mia,81382 Henna Dressed: Torn Jeans, fitted felt jacket over a faded blue hoodie, over a black tank top. Sitting cross legged in the courtyard Henna sits staring at a mash up of colours on the canvas before her. Using the end of her paint brush to scratch her leg conveniently through the huge hole on the inside of her left knee she studies the art work as if it where to just out and bite her at any second. Head tilted to one side she sighed and added a bit of red to the right corner and signed again when it didnÂ’t look how she wanted it to. She had a blanket laid out under the canvas as to keep it dry but for herself she didnÂ’t even notice the snow below her. She had a black fitted jacket on that usually would have reached knee length but it was fanned out behind her. Freshly colored raspberry hair hangs down acting as blinders from the out side world so the only thing she can see is her art.
ooc :: Haku ic :: He was a stalker, really. Young, innocent, pure. Most of them, usually, but usually he was not too picky, only that here there was an flood of creatures, so he could pick and discard as he saw fit. Life was wonderful. It was spectacular to walk about without anyone knowing who he really was, what he was capable of. He had watched the thill for a little while now, well hidden so that she would not have noticed, but boredom had begin to leak into his veins. He was a master at what he did. Thin, with sleek brown painted fur and blond spiked hair and a tail flame in the same coloration as his hair, the gray eyed youth looking pendragon walked towards the girl, full of self confidence. He was wearing a black hoody and matching black pants, generally looking like a common student. He saw similarities in her of someone else, the person he loved. Maybe he could pick up some hint of some kind, although students usually were ignorant and stupid according to his personal opinion, and they thought of nothing but themselves and what they did. Almost like him. " A promising artist, I assume? " His voice was calming and controlled, and he stuck his hands into his pockets and looked down at her, waiting for acceptance to come closer or get shooed away.
The path was all gravel. It didn't bother Flayra in anyway. She liked the sunlight hitting her with it's warm touch. With each careful step she took on the gravel-paved path, she got closer to the library. The blue pelted nioti was not alone. There was an avian on her shoulder. It wasn't her's, but her brother's. Flay didn't mind it, actually she liked it. It was a Verhua, a rare avian that is only in Grasslands and Tropical Rain Forests. The Verhua perched itself on Flay's left shoulder, making light sounds as it looked in multiple directions. Flay turned her head slightly to the left and said, "What's wrong, Kuesjef hmm?" She turned her attention back to the the path, making she didn't bump into anyone. The path was getting gravely and more smooth and flat. She started to come to a pause and saw to ardans talking. She thought it had nothing to do with her, but she wanted to sit down. She walked up to the one that was sitting down and asked, "Hi, mind if I sit here?"
