Post by Nightdancer Augustine on Jun 27, 2005 3:23:13 GMT -5
OOC: You said this was just to see how we write so i hope you dont mind me writing something rather interesting in my perspectives =)
IC:
Lush greenery over came all senses. The birds high in their nesting place singing lullabies to their infants. The peaceful pleasure of freedom washing all care from mind and withdrawing all stress inside. It was a sanctuary, a resting place for all but mostly for those who needed a cure for a black heart.
He closed his eyes.
Rotten this one was prancing into the vivid colors as if there was nothing wrong, his spiritual odor causing all heaven to scream and the coat seeped its infectious ways with each paw he placed on the ground. He had come to seek healthy remedies to his blackened ways, his mind and body trapped within an astounding agony. Harshly he called out, baying to the beauty around him to have forgiveness on his polluted look. With each out cry saliva transpired from his maw, seeping over his lips and falling to the floor. The earth burned as it was forced to swallow the impure drivel.
The wind howled its displeasure with a clamor of anger pushing the varg back. The he-wolf pressed forward and let out another pleading bellow, reluctant to be turned away because of his look of filth. His muscles tightened as his maw stretched open for another say in the matter but just as he did so a brilliant glow caught the yellow of his eyes.
The day dream began...
A beautiful human with stunning pale skin appeared from a wall of hanging vines. Her scarlet red hair cascading down her back and pooling at the floor she stood on. Her eyes however where those of a trusted brethren, a wolf of red.
A white hand reached out and the black male was frozen in half admiration and half fear. Soothingly the hand did not harm, instead it gently caressed the brute’s grungy chin. The wolf’s eyes broadening with each movement of the glowing human, who was she? The curious question quickly being replaced by others that begin to fester within the vaults of his mind. He was dirty and felt even more so next to such a bright figure. The lady of red rested her placid touch and phased behind the wall of vines that covered what the varg thought he could smell was water. A hand was left, its palm faced up and open, seducing the mann to follow. He placed her muzzle into the glow and was gradually pulled through the wall, the kind hand gladly wiped clean the dribbling maw and when the male re-opened his eyes he could see a crystal pool that radiated light and warmth.
Crimson follicles dabbed at the water until they surrendered to its alluring force as the maiden slowly waded into the pool, the wolf close behind. In a timid fashion August placed one paw in the warm water and then the other. A surge of electrical purity ran through his feet and he glanced down in atonement. However the maiden pulled his gaze toward her own face and walked the he-varg into the waters. Suddenly his whole entirety was engulfed with in the shallows and the healing began.
He fell asleep.
IC:
Lush greenery over came all senses. The birds high in their nesting place singing lullabies to their infants. The peaceful pleasure of freedom washing all care from mind and withdrawing all stress inside. It was a sanctuary, a resting place for all but mostly for those who needed a cure for a black heart.
He closed his eyes.
Rotten this one was prancing into the vivid colors as if there was nothing wrong, his spiritual odor causing all heaven to scream and the coat seeped its infectious ways with each paw he placed on the ground. He had come to seek healthy remedies to his blackened ways, his mind and body trapped within an astounding agony. Harshly he called out, baying to the beauty around him to have forgiveness on his polluted look. With each out cry saliva transpired from his maw, seeping over his lips and falling to the floor. The earth burned as it was forced to swallow the impure drivel.
The wind howled its displeasure with a clamor of anger pushing the varg back. The he-wolf pressed forward and let out another pleading bellow, reluctant to be turned away because of his look of filth. His muscles tightened as his maw stretched open for another say in the matter but just as he did so a brilliant glow caught the yellow of his eyes.
The day dream began...
A beautiful human with stunning pale skin appeared from a wall of hanging vines. Her scarlet red hair cascading down her back and pooling at the floor she stood on. Her eyes however where those of a trusted brethren, a wolf of red.
A white hand reached out and the black male was frozen in half admiration and half fear. Soothingly the hand did not harm, instead it gently caressed the brute’s grungy chin. The wolf’s eyes broadening with each movement of the glowing human, who was she? The curious question quickly being replaced by others that begin to fester within the vaults of his mind. He was dirty and felt even more so next to such a bright figure. The lady of red rested her placid touch and phased behind the wall of vines that covered what the varg thought he could smell was water. A hand was left, its palm faced up and open, seducing the mann to follow. He placed her muzzle into the glow and was gradually pulled through the wall, the kind hand gladly wiped clean the dribbling maw and when the male re-opened his eyes he could see a crystal pool that radiated light and warmth.
Crimson follicles dabbed at the water until they surrendered to its alluring force as the maiden slowly waded into the pool, the wolf close behind. In a timid fashion August placed one paw in the warm water and then the other. A surge of electrical purity ran through his feet and he glanced down in atonement. However the maiden pulled his gaze toward her own face and walked the he-varg into the waters. Suddenly his whole entirety was engulfed with in the shallows and the healing began.
He fell asleep.
