Post by {Nevvy} on Apr 6, 2010 20:29:11 GMT -5
Earthen daggers trampled the land that once was. Brisk air brushed past, although it was not felt. Chocolate canvas glistened with the dew that landed upon the back. Brush decorated the banner and tassels, entwining it in its own hurtful fashion. Fiery eyes caught every little sight, circling harks caught every sound as the rhythmic beats came to a sudden stop.
The sun overhead burned rays of angelic hues down across the land, although thunderheads closing in quickly was going to take that away. A multitude of birds jigged to the music they created, so easily entertained they were. Oh look, something shiny, and they would be once again become entertained. That’s why they raise so early in the morning, because the dew excites them. Stupid foolish birds. They may get the worm but then the hawk get them. Circle of life. Learn it, live it, get over it.
The trees swung to and fro, although the only actions caught were the raising and falling of the greenery that kept such trees living. They were the only living creations worth seeing sometimes, because their beauty was captivating. So many different shades, so many different kinds, how could anyone not like slumbering under one, letting their aromas guide the dreams that tell one of the future, the past, and the present. Trees have been around forever, and they know. They always do. Listening to them is like listening to one’s own personal God. They are there to lead the way.
Emitting a snort, she watched as the smoke rose and then blended in with the ashen clouds. The color of sickness, grumpiness, and downright bitchiness. No, bitchiness is the color of red. Her bad. Clefts left the ground once again, leaving a piece of history behind. Everything passed by slowly, all the scents of what once was and what it has left to be enthralled her nostrils. Turn one way, and the story of star-crossed lovers was told. The other, and a brutal fight of princes over one gal would get one’s heartbeat racing and ready to join a side. If one thought really hard, they may be able to picture it. A shadowed stud, no pupils, just flames licking up as he won’t for the jugular of the other, a Palomino young’un turning sharply to stem the blow and keep his life just for a moment longer. Between them, a horrified flicka, gray. Neutral territory.
Auditories listened, the whisperings of gossip told her what she needed to know. Bitches teased here. Nightmares laid in stealth, just waiting. Lights danced upon, bringing the halos that one could see from the sun as they shined down and brought the warmth that was once again captured when the ice cold black hole entered, no beating, just, well let’s call it the axe-murderer of the party. Some think they are, others just like to be a nuisance. Neutrals, well, they stayed back and let the others kill each other. One day they will rule because of their active inactivity in childishness.
Tiara dipped toward the ground, orbs showing that the grass, well, it was not that good as where she came from. Trampled, ripped, and torn apart. One could say it was pretty much decimated in an epidemic of lost and found once again. Those that believe they need a home, a piece of shelter where the big bad stallion would keep out all the dramas of the world. She, she was just passing through on her way to the ends of the Earth, and maybe there, she will find what she is looking for. Carmenta observed, dished mask putting on more of a bored look, gazing behind each branch and root for danger that may be lurking. Who knows, maybe some type of adventure and chaos would do her some good. Probably not, though.
The sun overhead burned rays of angelic hues down across the land, although thunderheads closing in quickly was going to take that away. A multitude of birds jigged to the music they created, so easily entertained they were. Oh look, something shiny, and they would be once again become entertained. That’s why they raise so early in the morning, because the dew excites them. Stupid foolish birds. They may get the worm but then the hawk get them. Circle of life. Learn it, live it, get over it.
The trees swung to and fro, although the only actions caught were the raising and falling of the greenery that kept such trees living. They were the only living creations worth seeing sometimes, because their beauty was captivating. So many different shades, so many different kinds, how could anyone not like slumbering under one, letting their aromas guide the dreams that tell one of the future, the past, and the present. Trees have been around forever, and they know. They always do. Listening to them is like listening to one’s own personal God. They are there to lead the way.
Emitting a snort, she watched as the smoke rose and then blended in with the ashen clouds. The color of sickness, grumpiness, and downright bitchiness. No, bitchiness is the color of red. Her bad. Clefts left the ground once again, leaving a piece of history behind. Everything passed by slowly, all the scents of what once was and what it has left to be enthralled her nostrils. Turn one way, and the story of star-crossed lovers was told. The other, and a brutal fight of princes over one gal would get one’s heartbeat racing and ready to join a side. If one thought really hard, they may be able to picture it. A shadowed stud, no pupils, just flames licking up as he won’t for the jugular of the other, a Palomino young’un turning sharply to stem the blow and keep his life just for a moment longer. Between them, a horrified flicka, gray. Neutral territory.
Auditories listened, the whisperings of gossip told her what she needed to know. Bitches teased here. Nightmares laid in stealth, just waiting. Lights danced upon, bringing the halos that one could see from the sun as they shined down and brought the warmth that was once again captured when the ice cold black hole entered, no beating, just, well let’s call it the axe-murderer of the party. Some think they are, others just like to be a nuisance. Neutrals, well, they stayed back and let the others kill each other. One day they will rule because of their active inactivity in childishness.
Tiara dipped toward the ground, orbs showing that the grass, well, it was not that good as where she came from. Trampled, ripped, and torn apart. One could say it was pretty much decimated in an epidemic of lost and found once again. Those that believe they need a home, a piece of shelter where the big bad stallion would keep out all the dramas of the world. She, she was just passing through on her way to the ends of the Earth, and maybe there, she will find what she is looking for. Carmenta observed, dished mask putting on more of a bored look, gazing behind each branch and root for danger that may be lurking. Who knows, maybe some type of adventure and chaos would do her some good. Probably not, though.