Uzuri smiled as she slid into the fields just as dawn broke the horizon. It was her favorite time of day, watching the land ignite with color and the sky look like living flames. While her colors made her look like cool twilight, she had a respect for the warm colors of dawn. As the sun breached the sky, Uzi stretched out her technicolor wings and let the rays warm them. This was the best... This was peace.
The soldier of Dusk spent the morning that way, enjoying her day off of training by letting the world lull her into a better frame of mind. The sun warmed her pelt and caused her mind to explode in a rush of endorphins. To her, the morning sun had always been the perfect example of honesty and kindness. Warming the earth and waking the beings that lived on the soil. There had always seemed to be a trio of sides to the sun, the gentle morning mother, the harsh midday tyrant, and the calm and cool father. A soft huff of a laugh rippled through her at the thought.
"However... Mothers die before their time and fathers are rarely where they need to be. Even brothers are not what they should be and where they are needed most..." It was an old wound, the resentment toward her father for never wanting her, the pain at her mother's death when she was still needed so desperately... Her only remaining family was a pain in the rear and never around when she actually needed him. He had found her home, popped in to say a quick hello, and then disappeared again.
Shaking her head, she gazed around her. A pang of loneliness ached in her heart and she felt the peace that she had been seeking try to slip away. Uzuri frowned and took a few deep breaths. Perhaps now that the morning was fully dawned and others were waking, someone might be along that would be up for conversation or even friendly sparring. Even on her days off, Uzi hated to be lax on her training.
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"Wisdom"
Notes: anyone is welcome to come and play with miss Uzi
The soldier of Dusk spent the morning that way, enjoying her day off of training by letting the world lull her into a better frame of mind. The sun warmed her pelt and caused her mind to explode in a rush of endorphins. To her, the morning sun had always been the perfect example of honesty and kindness. Warming the earth and waking the beings that lived on the soil. There had always seemed to be a trio of sides to the sun, the gentle morning mother, the harsh midday tyrant, and the calm and cool father. A soft huff of a laugh rippled through her at the thought.
"However... Mothers die before their time and fathers are rarely where they need to be. Even brothers are not what they should be and where they are needed most..." It was an old wound, the resentment toward her father for never wanting her, the pain at her mother's death when she was still needed so desperately... Her only remaining family was a pain in the rear and never around when she actually needed him. He had found her home, popped in to say a quick hello, and then disappeared again.
Shaking her head, she gazed around her. A pang of loneliness ached in her heart and she felt the peace that she had been seeking try to slip away. Uzuri frowned and took a few deep breaths. Perhaps now that the morning was fully dawned and others were waking, someone might be along that would be up for conversation or even friendly sparring. Even on her days off, Uzi hated to be lax on her training.
"Wisdom"
Notes: anyone is welcome to come and play with miss Uzi
