in my dark times
12-11-2015, 08:02 PM
The silence that surrounded Icarus truly was deafening. Despite the quiet of the world around him, his mind was anything but. He could hear the pounding of blood between his ears, roaring like the sound of an ocean wave. Each loud boom was more painful than the last, sending a flash of white light to obscure his vision, and he winced at the feeling. Softly he would begin to hum as he moved, a soft note rising up from within his throat, with each step that he took.
Soft lilac gaze would dart around him as he examined the forest he was treading in. He had not been here before. The sounds and the sights were terrifyingly unfamiliar, and his gait was cautious as he moved with painstaking carefulness. Each step could've very been a mile, by how mentally exhausted he grew by the second. The newness of this place was almost nauseating, and he swore the world had begun to tilt and sway around him. His humming would grow slightly louder, now audible if anyone was nearby, a gentle sound that held no real tune. The sound would calm the pale-furred man's soul as he crept onward into the unknown.
Soft lilac gaze would dart around him as he examined the forest he was treading in. He had not been here before. The sounds and the sights were terrifyingly unfamiliar, and his gait was cautious as he moved with painstaking carefulness. Each step could've very been a mile, by how mentally exhausted he grew by the second. The newness of this place was almost nauseating, and he swore the world had begun to tilt and sway around him. His humming would grow slightly louder, now audible if anyone was nearby, a gentle sound that held no real tune. The sound would calm the pale-furred man's soul as he crept onward into the unknown.