Sight for Sore Eyes [Emoral]
03-25-2013, 06:40 PM
Razier was, as some might say, overly fond of sunsets. If someone were to press curiosity upon him concerning just why he was so fond, he would just shrug his large shoulders and grin because he didn't quite know the answer himself. It was an odd habit of his to be certain and often times inconvenient, to pause whatever task he had been given and watch that fiery orb sink down. Call him sentimental but when it first brushes the horizon, that tender contact, he felt at peace. It was truly the merging of heaven and earth after all, and to someone who had lost what he had the promise of a connection between this life and one beyond was tantalizing. It gave him hope, something a wolf like him very much needed. So he watched the sunsets, as he was watching it now.
This land, he swore to himself, was wonderful. This particular patch he now sat upon was so ideal he wondered if the gods themselves had not made it especially for him. His broad frame leaned against an even broader tree, and it supported his weight as his eyes feasted on the scene before him. To his right golden light glinted on the surface of running water and washed over the ground, the trees, and him. The sky seemed alight in a thousand colors. Beyond that, the smell of spring was in the air. New growth and wet soil and animals too. Spring peepers filled the air with their amphibious chirps. And as such, Razier decided he liked this land very much indeed. The only thing it lacked, perhaps, was company.
This land, he swore to himself, was wonderful. This particular patch he now sat upon was so ideal he wondered if the gods themselves had not made it especially for him. His broad frame leaned against an even broader tree, and it supported his weight as his eyes feasted on the scene before him. To his right golden light glinted on the surface of running water and washed over the ground, the trees, and him. The sky seemed alight in a thousand colors. Beyond that, the smell of spring was in the air. New growth and wet soil and animals too. Spring peepers filled the air with their amphibious chirps. And as such, Razier decided he liked this land very much indeed. The only thing it lacked, perhaps, was company.