Post by erynia on Oct 4, 2005 18:07:49 GMT -6
Dusky twilight embroidering the starr'd horizon, the final rays of Helios dying in the west like embers in an ending flame. Hues of yellow and cerise blending and merging into a pallette of the highest beauty, the streamers of cloud drifting aimlessly in the lowering sea. Luna had risen to the East, the golden-plated orb making her slow ascent into the eventide, her companion stars twinkling in their own lustery gleams. Standing tall amidst the wilderness of Shinkou, the Great Mountains need not stretch to break the ceaseless tide of cloud and sky, its ic'd peaks breaking the azure field, the pointed zenniths marking the way t'ward heaven, and none could interfere with such supreme governing. A wonder, a thing of beauty it was; the snow upon granite upon the bloodied evening sky, and nothing, not the powers of the mightiest Weyur nor the fiercest contraption of man could bring down the majesty that stood reining aloft.
At the feet of the majestic mountains, the golden leas before him shimmered with each gust of autumn wind, the shadows shattering and forming 'cross the ambered surface. The long blades of the pastures bestrided into the lower shrubs and bushes, then blended with such variety into the mighty oaks and pine that crafted the Shinkou Forest, the dark shadows of the night taking its hold on the magnificent wood, giving it a somewhat somber and frightening appearence. Running from midst of the woodland down through the fields was the river, the flowing waters shimmering as if laden with gold as they caught the light of Luna, the sound of the current strong against the zephyrs.
Laying along the base of the Great mountains laid he, the etiolate brujo titled Hellebore. Brute, white as the freshly fallen snow from the mountains behind him, took a deep breath, the autumn air reaching his tender snout, and he released a crisp'd plume of air. Golden oculars studied the area with great notice, but not out of fear, merely interest. Brujo had taken residence in these lands for a long time hence, mostly taking refuge in the mighty serenity and sanctity of the mountain halls, where food was scarse but danger not as often. Indeed, he was not frightened, for he could care for himself, but he preferred the life of peace. The granite beneath his ivory form cool'd his underbelly, and the icy breath of wind gripped him from the mountains above, but he did not mind. He rather enjoyed the calmness of the mountain, and being alone.
Or was he?