lionheart [bacchus]
12-27-2014, 11:09 PM
His chocolate fur rippled in a smooth wave of excitement and chill. He was a total stranger in a completely foreign land. The idea – so grand and overwhelming – had his face fixed with a giant yet delicately pleased smile. There were so many opportunities, so much to discover! His veins coursed with exhilaration, and he so desperately wished that he could reach out with every particle in his body and touch this new land. Oh share your secrets with me!
He stood motionless with an admirable posture, closing his eyes and grinning as he inhaled deeply, swelling his chest until it could hold no more. It was cold here. The air that he drew in filled his lungs with crisp frost, biting at his throat and nostrils. A bit too cold, perhaps. He wouldn’t stay long, although he also disliked the idea of letting the cold drive him away from exploring. He would see everything he could, and then he would head southward.
Opening his eyes again, the young man would survey the area with delight, his grin becoming a coy smile as he blinked slowly. Small snowflakes fluttered down gently from a pale gray sky, blowing at the slightest angle from a faint breeze. They danced so prettily. Ahead and below, the earth dipped down, and wound its way along to the right. It appeared to be a dry riverbed. The solid rock at the bottom was a lovely sight, marbled with color and weathered down smooth by the elements. It must not have been snowing for long, for flakes had only just begun to stick to the rock pathway. Nagendra was glad, for it had given him the chance to spot the lovely stonework.
He took another breath, the sound of his inhaling weaving in with that of the breeze, and then headed down to the slope to see the stone up close. He stepped carefully, suspecting that a morning dew might’ve frozen in a thin layer on top. After a first, testing paw had rested upon it, he decided that there was not ice to worry about, and proceeded. It was so beautiful. Somewhere beneath the grimy veil of clouds in the sky, the sun still shined, and it made the pale stone gleam. It felt lovely and smooth beneath his feet, and Nagendra regretted that it was located in such a cold place.
He stood motionless with an admirable posture, closing his eyes and grinning as he inhaled deeply, swelling his chest until it could hold no more. It was cold here. The air that he drew in filled his lungs with crisp frost, biting at his throat and nostrils. A bit too cold, perhaps. He wouldn’t stay long, although he also disliked the idea of letting the cold drive him away from exploring. He would see everything he could, and then he would head southward.
Opening his eyes again, the young man would survey the area with delight, his grin becoming a coy smile as he blinked slowly. Small snowflakes fluttered down gently from a pale gray sky, blowing at the slightest angle from a faint breeze. They danced so prettily. Ahead and below, the earth dipped down, and wound its way along to the right. It appeared to be a dry riverbed. The solid rock at the bottom was a lovely sight, marbled with color and weathered down smooth by the elements. It must not have been snowing for long, for flakes had only just begun to stick to the rock pathway. Nagendra was glad, for it had given him the chance to spot the lovely stonework.
He took another breath, the sound of his inhaling weaving in with that of the breeze, and then headed down to the slope to see the stone up close. He stepped carefully, suspecting that a morning dew might’ve frozen in a thin layer on top. After a first, testing paw had rested upon it, he decided that there was not ice to worry about, and proceeded. It was so beautiful. Somewhere beneath the grimy veil of clouds in the sky, the sun still shined, and it made the pale stone gleam. It felt lovely and smooth beneath his feet, and Nagendra regretted that it was located in such a cold place.
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