Scorpions and Cyclones
10-31-2014, 02:18 PM
The moor was... oddly peaceful, never mind the fog so dense he could not see more than a very few yards in front of his face. The seclusion was bringing about a clam state not unlike meditation. His breathing slowed and deepened, his eyes would lid from time to time, and he at long last had come to ignore he numbing chill. The air was heavy and frigid, the local green fed by humid air alone. Razo released a deep breath he'd been holding for hell knows how long, reveling in the feeling of his body collapsing inwards. Peace... Tranquility... It was bliss. The behemoth flexed each and every toe, each ankle, tensed his neck followed by his shoulder, his trapezius muscles and the deltoids. His tail arched in one long glorious snout to tail stretch. It was not posturing, never mind his gargantuan size, but instead a simple self-indulgence. He had not been quite so relaxed in all memory. "Talk" Think "You" |
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