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Post by seiren on Apr 14, 2014 17:08:42 GMT -5
? we're all just simply trying to survive this world not live through it words: 332 | tags: open | notes: yayayay The night sky sparkled like diamonds in a deep dark cavern, shining rather magnificently with the usual outstanding number of stars littering it's overwhelmingly large frontier. Starkos, in admiration of the truly amazing scenery above him, reared his massive head up from it's perch upon his crossed alabaster limbs which carried silken bandages to better protect old wounds that hadn't healed quite right and could easily be persuaded into opening yet again. With that one good eye of his, Surl lazily began to trace the outlining of several different constellations. Currently, he was laid out in a field of luscious knee-high vegetation. The wind was slightly blowing, causing the surrounding greenery to slightly sway back and forth in a mesmerizing motion which had been the main reason as to why he firstly wandered into such a place. Allowing a sigh to peacefully pass through his scaly lips, Starkos started to count back all of the times he'd found his way here in order to get a decent few hours of quiet rest by stretching out his forelegs and dipping one of his many claws down into the soft soil below for every night that he was able to recall. This place was just so outstandingly beautiful and so outstandingly serene, that it always came to him as a shock whenever he arrived and would be the only one in sight. Not that he minded one bit, he would actually prefer it if he were alone rather than be crowded by several others. Gathering up his sprawled-out hind legs, Stark pulled his fronts inward and heaved himself up off the ground, leaving behind a rather large imprint of his enormous body in the surrounding foliage where he had slumbered throughout the night. With a groan, the young dragon stretched out his lengthy wings and shook the aches from the rest of his body with one grand gyration before beginning his seemingly never ending trek around and about the Region of Zerat yet again. |
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Post by Madi on Apr 27, 2014 23:41:10 GMT -5
Don't Fear The Dark It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.
It had been quite sometime for this one-winged flyer to find herself back at Zerat. Shadows made the travel easier, as well as the unsuspecting boats that suddenly had an extra crew member, then suddenly did not as she skidded across the smooth surface of the salty waters. Oh, it had been a long morning, and having arrived in early evening, she had merely awoken from her nap just hours ago. The world, though, never seemed small for Xisin was kind to it's faithful, or even those slightly inclined. Better to doubt, perhaps, than to truly be set one way or the other? Crowe knew not, but it pleased her, oddly, for it would give her something to divulge into all night long, the owl she was.
A floating Isle, though? She shivered as she walked upon the earth's surface, thinking of how far down the world was from where she stood, and what would happen if it collapsed. She trembled both excited and fearful--some people called it a thrill; Crowe beat herself up about it mentally, calling it stupid.
Only now did she look at where she was, and she stopped in awe of her surroundings. A field of silver and the Mistress of the night who bled down her grey gossamer spools surrounded her in a twinkling garden. She sighed aloud as she lustfully took in the paradise. Using what little Magic she could she felt the mind of the grass around her, the serenity of their state, the apathy of their lives, but loved them all the same as thoughts tickled her. For a moment she spun around and bent with the wind, pushing the grass and weeds just a little more with her mind, stirring us the subtle hiss of seeds and stalk.
Such were her guilty pleasures. Perhaps demons were not meant to enjoy the splendor of Dragons, but by all the Divines, existent or fantastical, she would truly be damned to deprive anyone of the stories she could concoct from this world of Zerat.
A figure rose from afar and she dropped instinctively. Surely she stood out like a sore thumb, so she rose and pretended she had tripped. She looked onward, her sunglow eyes probably glimmering like the only bit of gold in this grey sea as the wind made the grain move like the waves of the ocean. Gods, she loved it here, and the figure ahead of her only added to the mystique. Could it possibly be a Dragon? She shivered. She tried to remember the last time she had seen one, but soon forgot the task as the creature stood and spun causing the earth to shake under it's frame, though obviously not its girth. No! Obviously not.
Oh, but the child in her could not handle the splendor. She wished to dance with the dragon-- A Dragon! She could have swooned, the poor girl. My, has it been this long since my last visit? As to not seem as a threat, she extended her only wing, and bowed, even if the creature did not look. Perhaps if it did not see her, she could pass on elsewhere and give the being it's space.
Her Mind Wanders
"She Speaks"
She Acts.
OOC: Hullo There *waves* template by revo on SoulsRPG. <3 |
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