Taste these embers and ash
04-10-2014, 04:09 PM
The darkness would have been absolute if it wasn?t for the silver of the stars that shed sprinkles of greys to black and white the colours of the world. It was a dreary scene to stand against the pale skin of the sky and look down upon the world from the back of volcanic mountain. The air upon its bulk held the tang of ash, and fell on the brute?s tongue and senses like decay. The sweet scent of rain was clean beside the clogging touch of mountain ash and a look to the sky would display the angry clouds that clustered before the stars until even their light winked out one by one. The scene of darkness suited the brute just fine, with his own heavily dark coat outpacing the silvers and greys he boosted. It suited his coat and his mind just fine, which was heavy with a bitter taste of anger and revenge. This brute had found traces of his family, had held his sister in his arms and learned of what had been done to betray her being, he had learned of the life he had missed out on. He would raise his head to the sky and wait, but still the rain would not come. He would growl, a heavy muscular sound thick to the accord of his thoughts. Paws would rain down upon the ground as he would rise from his hunches, eyes once purple so dark they could almost be red would be his headlights as he surveyed the world and eventually, begin the descend down the volcano and back to reality once more. "My sounds""My Soul" |
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