Kaiko slowly walked along the sidewalk. Off to her right the sun set the turning tides into a rolling blaze of fire. She took in a deep breath of the salty air. In her hands she carried a small box of assorted chalks. She'd walked by this place a few times but had never stopped.
Now after the time she'd had she had a feeling she was going to like it here. Though art had never been her forte she was still going to attempt it. It's not like there was anyone here to even see what she was up to. Going to the far side of the building she looked around.The walls were so covered in graffiti that it was almost impossible to find a clear space.
After a long moment and a bit of difficult she she found a small spot. Setting the chalk on the ground she sat down staring at the wall. Wondering just what to draw. After a long moment an image appeared in her head. Kaiko grabbed out the black and grey chalk.
Putting it to the wall she began to draw. At first it seemed like nothing but indecipherable smearing. As she continued the grey's and blacks flared out into a shadowy sun from which other spectral images came. There were images of grey wolves, of people, of halfway changed werelings. As the images continued to flow out of her head other colors started to intrude the images.
Colors of red, oranges, and yellow intertwining with burning dark grey buildings. Blues bleed with reds of a broken wolf's body on the stone beach beneath a water fall. Kaiko kept drawing not caring that someone was going to see this and think how strange and dark it was. These images, these memories where her darkness. The darkness she refused to face even now.
Now all of a sudden she felt that if she didn't get this out. She felt she was going to crumble under its emotional pressure.
Now after the time she'd had she had a feeling she was going to like it here. Though art had never been her forte she was still going to attempt it. It's not like there was anyone here to even see what she was up to. Going to the far side of the building she looked around.The walls were so covered in graffiti that it was almost impossible to find a clear space.
After a long moment and a bit of difficult she she found a small spot. Setting the chalk on the ground she sat down staring at the wall. Wondering just what to draw. After a long moment an image appeared in her head. Kaiko grabbed out the black and grey chalk.
Putting it to the wall she began to draw. At first it seemed like nothing but indecipherable smearing. As she continued the grey's and blacks flared out into a shadowy sun from which other spectral images came. There were images of grey wolves, of people, of halfway changed werelings. As the images continued to flow out of her head other colors started to intrude the images.
Colors of red, oranges, and yellow intertwining with burning dark grey buildings. Blues bleed with reds of a broken wolf's body on the stone beach beneath a water fall. Kaiko kept drawing not caring that someone was going to see this and think how strange and dark it was. These images, these memories where her darkness. The darkness she refused to face even now.
Now all of a sudden she felt that if she didn't get this out. She felt she was going to crumble under its emotional pressure.