Snippet #2257435

Nirvana Elizabeth Deadwood

Nirvana planted herself at the corner of the house, finding herself intrigued with the girl she was watching, using metal in her capable hands. She took notice in her very grey aura, grey and brown. It's not a very common to see those two colors together and she was very interested. Her pale blue eyes followed to works that see was doing to tenderly. Sweeping her long soft curled blonde hair over her shoulder, she stayed quiet, having a tender smile on her face, that was until she heard the chirping of the blue bird that appeared.

"Oh, please no.." She said softly to herself under her breath, as the girl had shot the bird with whatever metal she had been working on. As soon as it nailed the bird in the chest, her aura had pulsed a slight black, and that was a terrible thing, and it had broke Nirvanas' silence. Stepping around the corner as to almost say stop even though it was far to late for her to interrupt, She stopped in her tracks as she heard the girl say sorry.

Her eyes watched as the girl walked up to the doorway, and Nirvana went down to look at the bird who was bleeding quite vigorously out of it chest, for a bird at least. Looking for any slight of breath from the bird, she sighed, and thought tenderly to herself What were you expecting, it wasn't going to be breathing, it's not going to be saved. It would have been easier for her to heal a small bird such as this, humans was were the real migraines and fear took place. More energy needs to be put in bigger body's. Blinking down at the limp, bleeding body of the bird, she looked around fro a nice spot of grass. She felt bad if she had just left the bird there, so she decided to bury it. Looking over to a tree more closer to the front of the house, she cupped the poor bird in her hands and walked over. There was no shovel or anything, she Nirvana had dug with her hands, getting the already bloodied hands covered in dirt. As she finished a hole that would fit the bird she picked it up and gently set it in the dirt to rest, then moved the soil back over. She stared down at her pale hands now dirtied to a place were it looked almost like she had committed a murder. "I need to wash this off." She spoke softly to herself. Pushing herself off the soft grass ground, she finally walked and made her way up to the house.