there's an albatross around your neck
03-27-2014, 10:20 PM
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nevermind that noise you heard The light of a soft sun that settled upon the far reaches of the sea seemed to spur a golden touch out against the waves. A golden glow that filled the land and sky both and the touch of a rainbow seemed to be upon the horizon. To the wolf who watched the alluring shades of fading colour it seemed that its brilliant lightwas never ending. And that just beyond the horizon of sight, lying amongst the stars would sit a shape so familiar to her she could have etched his face for every detail in the sand. Her paws moved, and her eyes seemed to indicate a surprise for this simple movement. It was so lovely! How the very world around her seemed to slip past her with a few sweeping movements of her strong, lean legs. It was a wonder that captivated until she was moving faster, and faster, and in no time she was running. Lean legs and long strides swallowed away the surroundings until it was a blur against her own eyes. Even though she barely seemed to control her own movements, they were agile and beautiful in fluidity. Each space of her stride was even and almost purposeful. Yet, when her eyes slipped closed ? to properly enjoy the strange feel of the wind whipping across her face and smothering along her hair ? everything went topsy-turvy. It was like the world couldn?t stand to watch her move by and not make a movement of its own. Everything changed and up became down, the lady wolf found herself lying in the fine sand, blinking open her eyes once more. What wasn?t clear to her fragile mind, was that when she closed her eyes her mind could no longer see where she was going. It was not the world moving around her, it was simply her paws slipping, tripping on the ground and bringing her down against the firmness of the sand. Her front paws would stretch out and feel against the ground. Child-like wonder, awe across her face at the course, yet soft feel of the sand the claws of her front paw. If she ground it together it was like a solid shape between her paw and the earth, yet when her claws of her paw un-grasped it slid to the ground, free of restriction. A soft laugh would escape her lips, a wondrous sound so soft in her unspoiled tones. She would lie there, in the sands of time, oblivious the world around her until the rising tide would spread its water to touch the tips of her back paws and submerge her full, fluffy tail. Still she did move, as with each rise the water spurred ever closer to her unmoving form. |