Warm breeze, Hot sun, No tan. [Open]

[Desiree ((Rika)) Dyar]

Climbing my way out of the crevace I felt the warm breeze great me like an old friend I dearly missed. It had seemed like forever since it had been warm in Reena and since I had no where else warm to reside I assumed that this would be a good place to get familiar with the warmth of the sun again. I closed my eyes and held out my arms. I itched to shed my human form and fly but in this world there are no Phoenix's I have to keep reminding myself. They have no clue of what they are missing here. I keep forgetting though that there are no other Phoenix's in Reena either. Ah, this was true. Then again I haven't exactly been looking too hard to find another. A smile tugged at my lips. If there was another Phoenix then there would be alot of things that would have to be resolved. I don't think we could share Reena and live in peace. It would be hard. Just because I'm a selfish little bitch like that. It was true.

Reena was a beautiful place when it wasn't so cold. Being a Phoenix meant that everything was cold in Fall and Winter. I would give the other the Fall and Winter and Exile it to Earth for the Spring and Summer months. I just about laugh at this. I couldn't do that. No matter how selfish.

I let a yawn escape my mouth and walk lazily around the Oak. It would be a great tree to perch in, if it wasn't by the gate that is. If the witch came through and saw me perched up on that tree she would certainly put me in a cage. A scowl played at my mouth at the thought. Cages. Damn those contraptions. They are for nothing more than to put a creature into misery and suffering. Damn whoever thought of such things. If I could I would go back in time and lynch them myself.

Back to the witch. There had been a rumor going around that a witch had begun to catch creatures in Reena and place them in some sort of attraction for the humans to look at and poke fun at. It was disgusting really. Seeing a creature miserable and worn in a cage and calling it fun. There is nothing fun about it! It was sad.

The wind changed and my hair whipped around in my face like it had gotten caught up in a whirlwind. I felt on my wrist for a ribbon that I kept there just for times such as these. But as my hand groped my wrist for it I noticed that it was no longer there. Great. This day was starting to set me in a bad mood. I looked around on the ground around me for it, knowing the search was going to be in vain. I checked the pockets of my blue jeans. If this was Reena I would just take the bow off the front of my shirt but nooooo this place has rules against that. The white tank top I was wearing adorned a black bow that held the top togather from showing to much of my... cleavage i guess they call it here. It was already on border line anyway.

A sigh escaped me as I found my way onto a lower- hanging branch in the tree. The branch slowly swayed back and forth from the pleasent breeze. I Layed on my back across it and draped one arm over my eyes and the other over my stomach. Contemplating wether or not I should go to sleep. Maybe sleep would set me in a better mood. Or maybe food. My stomach gurgled a warning at me. Sleep then food. It feels so nice right here. Why wait right? My green eyes fluttered shut and the tree softly creaked and groaned. It was like some soft lulaby that calmed me into a peaceful place. Not Reena, not Earth. Somewhere different. Somewhere amazing. Somewhere where there was never a cold day... Hmmm. That would be nice...



Word count: Seven-oh-nine
Muse: Its doing okay for now. Still a little rusty.
Character: Desiree ( Aka. Rika)

[SNOWBALL FLUFFY FERGISON]

The climb out of the tree was easier for the cat than for most people. Him being much smaller and much more agile than a normal, or even abnormal, sized person and all. Being a cat had so many benifits! Like crawling around amongs the roots of the oak was easy. He barelly even broke a sweat, so he had to laugh when he listened to the others in his caravan complain. Often they sent him ahead to scout the area and find the perfect place to camp. He was good at that you see, crawling around unnoticed, pretending that he was just some normal cat. Tricking people made the trip worth it, especially when his pretending he was a cat made Fao seem crazy. Mad as a hatter! but then so was Snowball, they all were really. Completely and utterly mad for doing what they did. Being as they were. But it wasn't Snow's problem. He was just doing what he did best, and liked too do.

You see, deception and trickery was his full time job. Snow was good at making fake promises that would lure people to Mamma's carnival. Little did she know that Snowball was a ring-leader not an attraction. He knew everything that went on. A puppet master of these large foolish mammals, that did not see or want to see all the power within his small package. Yes he was Snowball Fulffy Fergison, talking cuteness, but also he was your worst nightmare, with all the power to rule the world. The mind was his playground and he not only knew it, but he owned it. Yes, Snow was good at what he did. No one questioned him, ever. Not even Mamma Fortuna or Faollen that was his gift, and everyone was subject too it. The world was his playground, everyone else just lived in it. As long as he let them.

Gracefully, and silently he curled under a bush, keeping out of the sun but still staying in the heat. Somehow he was wide awake and he watched the still forest with his wide cat eyes. A ghost in the woods, unknown to all. He could have sat there forever, just silently and patiently waiting for something interesting to come along. A statue of a cat, almost unbelievably so, biding his time for the perfect moment to pounce. But there was no specific prey this time, no need to search for the perfect camp ground. This was Snow's little break. He should have been relaxing and basking in the sun, but that wasn't like him. This cat was always plotting, always coming up with backup plans or new plans. Always looking for more gossip or a new unexpected to string along. He needed some more cards in his deck, Fao now had his huma, and they shared Mamma, so what did he have?

A black ear twitched as he watched her crawl out. Her brilliant red hair flashed and his kittykat nostrils flared. A pheonix no doubt! His lucky day! There were only one or two alive. Most likely only one. And here she was. His fuzzy tongue traced over his lips and his tail lashed. No this one was not for eating! But Oh! He was so hungry. What was the last thing he ate? Cat nip? cat food? tuna? a mouse? a rat? All hardly even satisfying. He wanted real meat, a real cat, and there she wa- No! Not! For! Eating! He quelled an angry hiss easily and his tail lashed angrily. Eventually he would find something else too eat, but for right now he had work to do. A Pheonix damnit! Good god! Fao would be so jealous! He can offer his stupid human, here Snow found a real gem, the very rare Pheonix. And a beautiful bird she was indeed.

Standing up he stretched his back and his tiny cat feet before trotting under her. "Mroew." he called, climbing up the tree. How he hated meowing when among the people of Reena. He was one more for inteligent conversation than anything else. "Mew." he said a little softer seating himself on the branch and cocking his head to the side. The bitch is trying to sleep! His cat face scowlfed. Gently he patted the girls nose with his paw a couple times. "Mroew." he called once more. Content with doing exactly this all day.

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wordcount;; seven hundred and seventy six
tagg;; desiree
song;; the world is mine by david guetta
ooc;; sorry a little slow on the muse for this fluffy little guy.

[Desiree ((Rika)) Dyar]

The warm breeze slowly put me to sleep as the branch swayed. Its rocking rythym something that I had not felt since I was a babe, high in the top of trees. It took me back there. To a time when everything was just so much simpler. When I didn't know anything and since I was a babe I wasn't expected to. A soft smile truned the corners of my mouth up.

I wish I was flying.

Flying. The warm breeze under my wings. Being able to look down on everyone from high above. So many have looked down upon me. When I fly its like sticking up my middle fingure and saying ' Fuck you!' To the world that looked down on me. God forbid they had to walk a mile in my shoes. I had never been afaird of anything when I was up there. There was no real need to be. A Phoenix wasn't really expected to be alive, none the less have predetors. There was really nothing to fear.

A soft mewing came from somewhere in the distance. I felt so far off... Did I just hear a puddy cat? Me and cats don't get along that well... Well. I try to get along with them they just don't really get along with me. I don't know. I guess it's just that i have a thing against them trieing to eat me. Maybe thats it. I slowly became more aware of my surroundings felt like I was laying in a tree again and not floating.

A soft scratching noise came from around where the tree trunk was. Too lazy to actually raise my head and look I took it as the thing was sharpening it's claws and would go about its feline day. I wonder what a feline does all day... Probably sleep. Eat. Walk around a bit to find a new spot to sleep. Then repeat the process all over again.

I felt my bangs float softly over my face, tickling a bit on my nose. A soft mewing came from above my head. Pretend to be asleep and maybe it'll go away... The soft breeze kept brushing my hair against my nose and made it itch. Just as I thought I would have to abandon my plan of pretending to be alseep I felt a soft pad on my nose. Light and soft. Almost as if it was trieing to get my attention but not scare me. The thought made me think a bit.

I opened my eyes and carefully menuvered myself so I was on my stomach, propped up on my elbows looking at the cat. It was really quite adorable. If it didn't have that look in its eyes like it would eat me I would have scooped it up and cuddled my head in its soft-looking fluff. It sat with its head to one side, as if waiting for something. I laughed softly, showing off my pearly-whites and scratched it behind a ear. "Well, thank you, Puss. My nose was kind of starting to itch. " My voice came out as softly as the breeze and I looked into the cats eyes. It seemed intelligent. Now if thats a good or bad thing I have no clue.

Say, what are you doing out here on your lonesome anyway, Puss? I resisted the urge to scoop it up and hold it again. What is with this cat? It's soooo cute!! Yet it's eyes... There's something about them... My dark green eyes settled on the cats.

Just to tell you, Puss. You look like your too smart to be a normal cat. I felt stupid saying it but it ultimatly made me feel better saying it outloud. Not much in my mind goes unsaid. One way or another it usually leaks out and not usually for the best either.

I brushed a hand back through my hair and tried to find a ribbon again. To no avail this time either. A slight sigh came out as I folded my arms down on the tree and laid my head down, still looking up at the cat. My hair tickled my face as I looked up at it. I wonder if it's got a home... Hmm... No. No cats. No matter how cute... and fluffy... and adorable... Absolutly not! Awww. Sometimes I can be a real drag....



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Word count~ Seven-sixty-seven
Tagg~ Snow!!
Ooc~ Ahhh. Slowly getting muse for her. It's about as slow as my pet rock but atleast it's getting there! xD Don't worry about your muse. I'm still working on mine so you'll hear no complaints.