until we hit the ground
02-28-2014, 04:15 PM
An eerie stillness clung heavy to the easing of shifting pipes, twisting scents of confirmation easing like welcomed velvet to grazing lungs; motionless normality to the baron stretch of The Marble Wash. The domain?s usurper meandering with a seamless elegance, absorbed in a wonderland of brilliance as the suns last dying glow would blaze a luminance atop the breathtaking shades of glossy marble. However a bump would cause his naires to flair with unease, a seamless wandering suddenly tossed with the sure obstacle of a man with a death wish; and barely moments after scent recognition the awkward frame would parade in the near distance, with no care given to his unwise choices. Instinct would prickle his skin, pace quickening as hackles would bristle with unwavering aggression; clockwork ticking as if it had been crafted wholly for the purpose to defend. Coral stilts would bounce into a lope, making a dash for the idiots existence with strides as unfaltering as a pounding thoroughbred. However what would usually result in bared weapons and sinking canines would send him easing only to a brisk walk, spine arched as tail would raise in a dominant show of his supremacy, and with a boiling growl heavy within his pipes he would seek to stand in front of the stranger, wholly prepared to skin the three legged abomination down to his last ill contour. ?Have you come to plead for the demise of your crippled suffering, fool?? venom laced his tones, vile and depraved as ruby lenses would usher his own, sickened gape. |