Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2005 14:41:34 GMT -6
.::Delusional?::..
She awoke.
Icy orbs of jaded green glittered in the dim sunlight of the forest glen. Fangs glimmered in a snarl, their three-inch length like a murderer’s daggers in the shadows. Sky above a cloudy azul, light fighting to burn a way through the thin fog. One such beam of sunlight caught a shimmer of steel, black as night, awash in a dark gold. The pinpoint of light was obscured as something shifted in the cool shade, emerald occuli sheathed, their coldness hidden from passersby. Chain-like rattle resounded through the empty clearing, interrupting the cheerful song of the birds nearby. The wind shifted in the brief silence, zephyrs bringing scents of rain and distant battle. Sigh burst from a pointed maw thrust forward from the shadows. Steel pelt rippled like liquid, contrasting sharply with the feathery texture of olive wings, set upon sinewy shoulders. Silver rings marched up and down the first bone of the appendages, jingling sound again silencing the avian life. Slight trace of ribs against the silver side, indicating malnutrition. Golden beams once again fell on the shadowed gold object, refining the shape as a sunburst, the points sharper than could be usual or aesthetically pleasing. Smaller circles of the same darkened color were placed on the collar, most times hidden by the gray fur. Eyes snapped open, scanning the terrain with a sudden suspicion, visionaries fiery.
Mitts carried thin bodice forward, making little noise. Plumed tail rose to half staff, as a grating snarl escaped the slender muzzle. Muscles bunched, weight relaxing onto haunches as the air grew still at the appearance of the being. Wind combed the silky fur, oversized wings billowing to catch it. Balanced ‘pon hind paws, the wolven’s skull rose to the unbroken skies, shivering notes reaching towards the sun that was the canine’s jailkeeper. Eerie notes screamed louder, calling, singing the ancient song. Notes faded away slowly, lingering on the air, the sounds threaded with warning, but also flooded with a welcome to any canine nearby. She waited, ignoring the bright sunlight that refused to go away. Infuriated growl rose and fell within her throat, tainted with a hint of pleading, agony and sorrow. She was lonely, yes, but not so much that she required company quickly. She was a patient wolfling, and at times, enjoyed the silence, or even the quiet trickle of a creek nearby. Boredom was another factor that contributed to her mood. There wasn't anything to do- ever.
..::Insane?::..
She awoke.
Icy orbs of jaded green glittered in the dim sunlight of the forest glen. Fangs glimmered in a snarl, their three-inch length like a murderer’s daggers in the shadows. Sky above a cloudy azul, light fighting to burn a way through the thin fog. One such beam of sunlight caught a shimmer of steel, black as night, awash in a dark gold. The pinpoint of light was obscured as something shifted in the cool shade, emerald occuli sheathed, their coldness hidden from passersby. Chain-like rattle resounded through the empty clearing, interrupting the cheerful song of the birds nearby. The wind shifted in the brief silence, zephyrs bringing scents of rain and distant battle. Sigh burst from a pointed maw thrust forward from the shadows. Steel pelt rippled like liquid, contrasting sharply with the feathery texture of olive wings, set upon sinewy shoulders. Silver rings marched up and down the first bone of the appendages, jingling sound again silencing the avian life. Slight trace of ribs against the silver side, indicating malnutrition. Golden beams once again fell on the shadowed gold object, refining the shape as a sunburst, the points sharper than could be usual or aesthetically pleasing. Smaller circles of the same darkened color were placed on the collar, most times hidden by the gray fur. Eyes snapped open, scanning the terrain with a sudden suspicion, visionaries fiery.
Mitts carried thin bodice forward, making little noise. Plumed tail rose to half staff, as a grating snarl escaped the slender muzzle. Muscles bunched, weight relaxing onto haunches as the air grew still at the appearance of the being. Wind combed the silky fur, oversized wings billowing to catch it. Balanced ‘pon hind paws, the wolven’s skull rose to the unbroken skies, shivering notes reaching towards the sun that was the canine’s jailkeeper. Eerie notes screamed louder, calling, singing the ancient song. Notes faded away slowly, lingering on the air, the sounds threaded with warning, but also flooded with a welcome to any canine nearby. She waited, ignoring the bright sunlight that refused to go away. Infuriated growl rose and fell within her throat, tainted with a hint of pleading, agony and sorrow. She was lonely, yes, but not so much that she required company quickly. She was a patient wolfling, and at times, enjoyed the silence, or even the quiet trickle of a creek nearby. Boredom was another factor that contributed to her mood. There wasn't anything to do- ever.
..::Insane?::..
