ardent

--- I would just stand and stare.



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02-16-2014, 08:15 PM
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Quote:"Speech"

Thoughts

Waves pushed against the slender limbs that belonged to the playful young brute. Mind wandering prior to relaxing a fair amount in order to ponder the past this wolf has endured. Titanium optics relaxing, coming to more of a state of zen as the brute began to slowly stop his playful maritime outburst. Paws submerged still he slowly came down from his crow-hops and leaps back to a walk, all four feet crushing down between the smoothed rocks flickering beneath the waters surface like silk-covered coins in the treasure of a sunken ships trove. Nails scrape over their surfaces like the belly of another ship before submerging between them. Slowly he walked along the shore of the lake, still partly submerged.

His mind fell backwards into a hole of thoughts, stored memories that were re-emerging, within them was the image of a young pup, even more obsidian than this devil of a male looked right now. The pup was a simple pup, larger than it's siblings of a snowy white in color, each much smaller than the midnight colored pup they roused with, leaping about and seating at one another, snatching ears and tails with their small ivory's. The titanium optics of the pup stood out from the emerald and azul that graced the two others he played with. Echoing tiny growls filled the brutes mind as he day-dreamt. A sudden noise, like a gun-shot shook his cranium with a blast of reality, echoing within his skull and suddenly with a momentary shutter the brute looked out into a sudden burst of light, blinking away the memory of joyful pups at a waters edge and the echoing gunshot that rang in his ears for a moment, only to end in a smooth, relaxed voice.

Silver optics turned towards the sound that caused his sudden jump back into reality, standing still within the waters his dial turned to see the fae. Stricken from words for a moment the brute surveyed who they belonged to, gaze was still and empty, nearly clouded over in a sense of enveloped sadness, but it faded as the dove's angelic voice reached his relaxed auds. Good evening, miss." His own thunderous voice poured out slowly in a calm almost hypnotic volume. He watched her, she seemed similar to those she's seen before, unique and physically obscure in many ways, curious and beautiful in the eyes of a simple brute like himself. "Forgive me if i've disturbed your stroll... or anything else." He followed up.

Word Count - 422

Tags - AW

Mood - Carefree, Restless