Post by razor on Aug 30, 2007 13:37:19 GMT -5
If you be alive, then live.
The trees leaves left shadows alone, with other helping. The clouds had covered up the foliage's distinct outline. With the rain spattering down to the ground, and mud starting to form, the warm, spring-like air was no longer surrounding the woods and rock. The humid air sucked all the warmth from the area, leaving cold, wet leaves to droop under the weight of dripping water. And yet, there was still life in the forested mountain. It was of happiness, and tended to leave a trail of emotional warmth. Could it be he? Could it be the shadowy, sweet, gentle figure that left no marks of where he'd been? As you look through the aspen trees, you see him, and realise, that yes. It is he. His presence a warmth that comforts you, yet gives you chills by the sheer excitement. His slate pelt seemingly marrless, and the almost silver gray seems to suck all bad thoughts from your mind. It is him, Almanac.
Thoughts of pure enjoyment whirled excitedly through his mind. His harks twitched at the drumming sound of wet, and he realised that this icy cold was just another hurdle to jump. His relaxation at the bone chilling wet was not understandable, but he knew why it made him normal. His onyx titaniums just plodded back into the muddy surroundings, and a small smirk played at his labrums. His auburn orbs looks through the shadowy trees, and focused on the steep incline ahead. Moving faster than his slow, melodious walk, he turned to a swift canter, letting the dry, cool wind roll down his chassis, and move the cold drops of water off him. With his obsidian and creme banner and flag billowing behind him, he felt free. Free at last. Away from all the dreadful thoughts that dared enter him. He realised it had been over a year since he had felt that way, and he let out a snort as he knew this was the place. Letting nazlas flare wildly as he reached the grassy hill.. no, mountain, he snorted again, more loudly, calling this place home.
ooc: eck. that was terrible. I'll do something better soon!
The trees leaves left shadows alone, with other helping. The clouds had covered up the foliage's distinct outline. With the rain spattering down to the ground, and mud starting to form, the warm, spring-like air was no longer surrounding the woods and rock. The humid air sucked all the warmth from the area, leaving cold, wet leaves to droop under the weight of dripping water. And yet, there was still life in the forested mountain. It was of happiness, and tended to leave a trail of emotional warmth. Could it be he? Could it be the shadowy, sweet, gentle figure that left no marks of where he'd been? As you look through the aspen trees, you see him, and realise, that yes. It is he. His presence a warmth that comforts you, yet gives you chills by the sheer excitement. His slate pelt seemingly marrless, and the almost silver gray seems to suck all bad thoughts from your mind. It is him, Almanac.
Thoughts of pure enjoyment whirled excitedly through his mind. His harks twitched at the drumming sound of wet, and he realised that this icy cold was just another hurdle to jump. His relaxation at the bone chilling wet was not understandable, but he knew why it made him normal. His onyx titaniums just plodded back into the muddy surroundings, and a small smirk played at his labrums. His auburn orbs looks through the shadowy trees, and focused on the steep incline ahead. Moving faster than his slow, melodious walk, he turned to a swift canter, letting the dry, cool wind roll down his chassis, and move the cold drops of water off him. With his obsidian and creme banner and flag billowing behind him, he felt free. Free at last. Away from all the dreadful thoughts that dared enter him. He realised it had been over a year since he had felt that way, and he let out a snort as he knew this was the place. Letting nazlas flare wildly as he reached the grassy hill.. no, mountain, he snorted again, more loudly, calling this place home.
ooc: eck. that was terrible. I'll do something better soon!
