I'll meet you Where the page proclaims the end
08-19-2013, 11:10 PM
Golden paws would wade through golden flowers as the last bits of the sun would start to fall past the horizon. The rays would spray color all across the sky, the plethora of tiny white clouds catching the colors brilliantly. The cats emerald gaze would laze about the evenings sky, his elegant amber body lowering into the overgrown grass. A content sigh would escape his maw as the enjoyment of a good afternoon evident in his relaxed composure. Born not only a scholar, the great Dmitry had taught his sons the art of battle. Though Vask was not as sure of his skill as he was before his father died. He was one to talk things out before drawing swords type of cat. He also liked to enjoy the pleasantries of life. As a few bats began to find their way out of the trees he was able to see the creatures dashing back and forth across his vision. He would sit and count the stars as they appeared heavily in the sky. Speech, |