Tomorrow Will Be Kinder
03-19-2014, 07:31 PM
The trees looked like bones here, reaching their skeletal arms into the sky. The silence was eerie. Hyperion stepped carefully through the scene, holding his aged body reverently. He knew that this territory was sacred ground, but his gentle steps had brought him here many times in his life. He always entered this place with respect. It was a place for thought and silent relaxation. His muscles were old but strong, and they brought him to the edge of the pool. He stared in wonder at the runes etched in stone. One rune always stood out to him. It's curved shape reminded him of a bird. His mind was captured by it, and he wondered - not for the first time - what the rune meant. Lost in thought, Hyperion lifted a paw and rested it over his special rune. He closed his golden eyes and sighed into the silence. After a moment he returned his paw to the earth and stepped gingerly into the glimmering spring. He didn't lower his body into the water. He simply stood there, his gaze trained on the clear blue water. The dark male leaned down and lapped up a bit of the water, just to taste it. He waited in the silence for something, anything. Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe no one would come. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been alone with his thoughts. The aged black male remained in the spring, his burnt golden eyes trained on something in the distance. "Talk."Think. |