Nov 27, 2011 11:52
[He set up his things near the river just outside the forest. Towering trees held back by calm waters created a soothing backdrop, allowing him to focus on the scene itself instead of the memory. He captured the scenery in his mind, and translated it into pigments and brush strokes. He gave his hand free reign, letting it thicken the paint in some parts and smooth it out in others.
Time passed this way, the brush gliding across the canvas creating a painting, when he suddenly pulled back his hand and stopped. There was no river, no blue sky, but dark smoke and turned up earth; a war zone in the midst of a vibrant forest. He stared at his work for a moment, mechanically cleaning off the brush, as his eyes strayed from the piece. Without a sound, he picked up a tube of paint.
He started with a glob of white, added a touch of black, and mixed them. Gray began to emerge from the combination then a quick line of blue to further change the shade. He continued blending the paints until he reached the hue he was after. Once finished, he wiped the excess paint off the brush, and returned to the memory.]
[OOC: Mun was a busy bee this Thanksgiving, so backdating this to his birthday on the 25 of Nov.]
*action,
painting,
!shikamaru,
birthday,
!temari,
!tenten,
!naruto