Psychedelic Journey
04-01-2013, 10:30 AM
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Ah, the mountains breathed, the trees danced, and the river seemed to rise against gravity's hold and float upon the air. Hallucinogenic plants invaded the wolf's mind. Everything seemed to defy the laws of Earth. The trip, though, was coming to an end. An end that would leave him searching for more of these plants to send him back into this psychedelic world. As the drug began to wear off, Dante began to notice he was in a much different terrain. It was far different than the lands he roamed where evergreen trees sprouted from Earth's crust in vast amounts. The emerald trees had long died off and the land was now of a more. . . rocky terrain. Mountains now took the place of trees. A forest of risen terrain that kissed the clouds. Dante's eyes mocked the colossal orb that now hid its presence behind the distant precipice. Sunset orbs in which scanned the valley below for life. Ah, visibility was terrible; however, the wind brought him the scent of other wolves. Many different wolves. A pack, without a shadow of a doubt. Time ticked by slowly while he pondered over whether he should leave or seek out these wolves down below. It had been so long since he had crossed another canine. He figured he would make his way down into the valley to their presence and then decide after he met their leader. Night took over the world. The moon had hid its face behind the many clouds that hung overhead. Complete darkness was his only company now as he made his way closer to the pack's perfume. Dante released a howl to alert them of his presence. Ah, but he hoped these creatures would not murder him for trespassing. The numbers were large and would definitely be capable of such a crime. His impulsive personality would certainly be the death of him. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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