IF Only... {Meg, Tink, OPEN}
Mar 5, 2010 12:21:49 GMT -5
Post by bfrear on Mar 5, 2010 12:21:49 GMT -5
*total dream sequence, no real interaction required*
There were no animals injured in the dreaming of this scene.
Exhausted and still a bit lost, Cruella sits in the shade of a large tree and drifts off to sleep. Her fur coat recently in tatters along with her lovely fur handbag heavy on her mind and invading her sleep. In a wild array of colors an army of furs begins to march across her vision. Long furs, short furs, some from every creature she had ever imagined began to dance and twirl around in her mind. How they teased and scoffed at her unfortunate inability to replace the tattered one she wore. A long black mink and a short gray rabbit fur coat danced right up to her and stripped her of the ’offensive cloak’ in such a violent manner it made her jump. All the furs gathered around the poor dead cloak laughing at jeering at its unceremonious demise then *poof* in a cloud of fire and smoke it was consumed and gone. Now she was without any fur to wear and her wicked little heart was ready to burst. When she thought the dream to be a nightmare the most unusual thing entered the vision. Prancing like a little ballerina came her favorite fur coat on four paws, came Shere Khan. Oh the lovely tiger! Her Dream Fur!!
Taking the tiger into her arms she spins around the space with him. His tail gliding in graceful arches and twitching with the rhythm of the nothingness in her mind. As she took the lead guiding the big kitty round and round she realized he was in a trance. She discovered also that his beautiful fur was merely Zippered into place! With a quick flick of her hand she unzipped the gorgeous fur and let it drop to the ground, leaving a ‘naked’ dancing tiger. Releasing him in a graceful spin she let him fall into the “arms” of a rabbit coat to replace his stripes as she quickly bent to retrieve his forsaken skin.
Waking from her dream slightly excited at having finally attained her desired obsession, she looked down to admire herself only to be sorely disappointed at finding the exact piece of torn rubbish as what she had before she slept. “Miserable, Daah’ling, Simply Miserable.” she muttered to herself.
There were no animals injured in the dreaming of this scene.
Exhausted and still a bit lost, Cruella sits in the shade of a large tree and drifts off to sleep. Her fur coat recently in tatters along with her lovely fur handbag heavy on her mind and invading her sleep. In a wild array of colors an army of furs begins to march across her vision. Long furs, short furs, some from every creature she had ever imagined began to dance and twirl around in her mind. How they teased and scoffed at her unfortunate inability to replace the tattered one she wore. A long black mink and a short gray rabbit fur coat danced right up to her and stripped her of the ’offensive cloak’ in such a violent manner it made her jump. All the furs gathered around the poor dead cloak laughing at jeering at its unceremonious demise then *poof* in a cloud of fire and smoke it was consumed and gone. Now she was without any fur to wear and her wicked little heart was ready to burst. When she thought the dream to be a nightmare the most unusual thing entered the vision. Prancing like a little ballerina came her favorite fur coat on four paws, came Shere Khan. Oh the lovely tiger! Her Dream Fur!!
Taking the tiger into her arms she spins around the space with him. His tail gliding in graceful arches and twitching with the rhythm of the nothingness in her mind. As she took the lead guiding the big kitty round and round she realized he was in a trance. She discovered also that his beautiful fur was merely Zippered into place! With a quick flick of her hand she unzipped the gorgeous fur and let it drop to the ground, leaving a ‘naked’ dancing tiger. Releasing him in a graceful spin she let him fall into the “arms” of a rabbit coat to replace his stripes as she quickly bent to retrieve his forsaken skin.
Waking from her dream slightly excited at having finally attained her desired obsession, she looked down to admire herself only to be sorely disappointed at finding the exact piece of torn rubbish as what she had before she slept. “Miserable, Daah’ling, Simply Miserable.” she muttered to herself.