fairytale bliss

His voice quieted after a moment of song as the Nightingale boy continued forward. The grasses here were naturally short, though after years of neglect the forest threatened to close in on the ruins that remained. The tall stones were the main attraction here in this little corner of the continuent, and with garnet eyes fixed on them Ox made his way in their direction.

Silver paws seemed to dance through the grass as his toes were immersed in the emerald green blades. The lush carpet contrasted brightly with Oxide’s rust marked features. Mottled gray form reached the first of the stones and his gaze roved over the obsidian colored stones. Though they were weathered heavily they were still impressive.

Oxide found himself looking up at the once towering structure and he wondered how the stones had come to be in such patterns. He slowed to a halt, head tilting curiously as he gazed upwards. Silvery tail would lash out absently at his ankles as he mulled over what might have been in this place hundreds of years ago. His pace slowed, but excitement still raced in his breast.

Plagued with mystery Oxide searched for a place he might be able to scale the strange stones. Carefully his young form found paw holds, and with a certain luck the boy scaled the stones with grace and care. Impressive for one of his build. With much care the Nightingale boy would find himself above everything for miles.

Though by now the sun was coming close to reuniting with the horizon Ox was sure he spotted a figure in the darkening woods.