Post by Mama Z on Apr 27, 2007 0:18:18 GMT -6
Color.
It was something so over-rated. Sure, it determined ones mood usually one saw red when they were angry, it changes your mood, if you are in place of black you can move from happy feelings to depression, or it can even affect your mood. Colors had such an affect on everything and yet, they meant nothing at all. At least not to him. He never understood why people compared emotions with colors. Red with hatred, green with envy, blue when your depressed.
Emotions.
Just like colors they were over-rated as well. Emotions controled everything and without them someone was as worthless as a dried up river bed. But everyones emotions could affect the world around them. You could feel it in the air, feel it from radiating from their every being. Maybe then, since everything seemed over rated, it was a good thing he was both color blind and had a hard time grasping emotions. Yes, he did love he had a mate and pups after all (though they werent much of pups any more), he did hate when people thought themselves superior then him. He felt like every other living in the world, however he still couldnt grasp the since of them. Just like colors, they were simple pigments laid out against a plain palate of shapes and textures.
The white wolf shrugged his shoulders slightly, the sun was warm against his back. Eyes were closed in a peaceful manner though he sat as if he were a judge on his stand. The boulder was large and jutted out into the water. His paws rested just at the waters crest, they didnt get wet with the waves that creeped up there but all the same he could feel the moisture as if it were teasing him. He was large however slim. A set of hawk like wings rested proudly at his sides. They too were white just like the rest of him, however at the very tips of the feathered covered bones they faded into a deep ebony color.
Dekos chest slowly rose and fell, and his eyes opened revealing the odd eyes that made him even more threatening with his cold attitude. He looked down at the water, watching the sun glisten over the waves. He saw beauty in it, yes, but still color and emotion were way over rated.
It was something so over-rated. Sure, it determined ones mood usually one saw red when they were angry, it changes your mood, if you are in place of black you can move from happy feelings to depression, or it can even affect your mood. Colors had such an affect on everything and yet, they meant nothing at all. At least not to him. He never understood why people compared emotions with colors. Red with hatred, green with envy, blue when your depressed.
Emotions.
Just like colors they were over-rated as well. Emotions controled everything and without them someone was as worthless as a dried up river bed. But everyones emotions could affect the world around them. You could feel it in the air, feel it from radiating from their every being. Maybe then, since everything seemed over rated, it was a good thing he was both color blind and had a hard time grasping emotions. Yes, he did love he had a mate and pups after all (though they werent much of pups any more), he did hate when people thought themselves superior then him. He felt like every other living in the world, however he still couldnt grasp the since of them. Just like colors, they were simple pigments laid out against a plain palate of shapes and textures.
The white wolf shrugged his shoulders slightly, the sun was warm against his back. Eyes were closed in a peaceful manner though he sat as if he were a judge on his stand. The boulder was large and jutted out into the water. His paws rested just at the waters crest, they didnt get wet with the waves that creeped up there but all the same he could feel the moisture as if it were teasing him. He was large however slim. A set of hawk like wings rested proudly at his sides. They too were white just like the rest of him, however at the very tips of the feathered covered bones they faded into a deep ebony color.
Dekos chest slowly rose and fell, and his eyes opened revealing the odd eyes that made him even more threatening with his cold attitude. He looked down at the water, watching the sun glisten over the waves. He saw beauty in it, yes, but still color and emotion were way over rated.
