ardent

♠ when will we learn to control [OPEN]



Goliath1

Loner

age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
173
size
Large
build
-
posts
31
player
12-13-2014, 07:40 PM

 
For the remaining winter months this land would remain barren, or at least nearly so.  Stripped of it's everlasting pallet of joyous colors and lively bouquet of rose, pink, and various cream colored petals that would eventually cascade down, coating the dense, rich earth beneath them with a layer of exuberance.  It's fitting for all but him, and so the feeling of walking through the sleeping corpse of a forest was eerie as it always had been, but oddly comforting all the same, perhaps his sense of fear was lacking in his age.  Bones of the cherry blossoms and rich beautiful tree's starred down at him with such a gaze as he walked.  Slow and lazy steps falling one before the other as he suddenly stopped where he was, only to turn his golden gaze up to stare at the heavens above.  The light of the day, though dim and dreary, was fading quickly.


The great behemoth's every movement was slow and deliberate.  His wide figure, thick and heavy was obviously so as it moved over the earth, as if drawn to the soil like a magnetized force he was unable to free himself of.  Though his concentration seemed to suddenly break and he ceased every movement upon his being just as quickly as he could.  Every fiber of his being turned to look at his left where the faint scent of prey lingered.  Dead? Perhaps, Rotting? No not yet.  The thoughts lingered in his mind, golden eyes bright and wide, one and a half auds swiveled forward upon his dial to tune carefully towards a large thicket that had lined his pathway for what seemed like ages. Unable to hold he hunger in any longer, a roar of energy burst forth from the throat of the obsidian beast, and he spit the noise into the air with such a force.  Echoing off the trees and nearby thickets the brute had slid forward from his sudden explosion of movement towards the cold, dead brush, ungraceful in his stop as his hinds seemed to slide to his side uncontrollably, though his eyes had landed upon a hare, white and bright as the moon at night it sparkled within his mind's eye like a shimmering target.
 
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