Try and Count the Stars
06-08-2013, 01:26 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-28-2013, 08:04 PM by Cherokee.)
She was smaller than him, that much was obvious, as most of her gender tended to be. It was a simple observation, one derived from a very calm thought process. His frustration at not being able to find someone to talk to dissipated as the albino woman?s soft voice reached his ears. She was an interesting creature, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that she was in the presence of a stranger she knew absolutely nothing about and who could possibly have bad intentions in mind. He was of course far from that, never finding the need to hurt another living creature, lest it threaten his life or the life of someone dear to him of course. And hunting didn?t count either. That was purely for survival purposes. This is my first time seeing this lake. It doesn't subtract from it's splendor, though. came her gentle lyrics. So this was her first time too. He would?ve of never thought it had she not mentioned it. The way she spoke about the large body of water it seemed to the obsidian brute that she knew it very well. His assumption had been off. I have to agree with you there miss, the lake sure is pretty. It really is. Especially during the night, when the surface of the water remained clear and calm. Her voice found his ears again as she asked for him to divulge about himself, to tell her who he was. Who was he in fact. I am man named Cherokee who is simply trying to figure out where he belongs in life. He wasn?t sure if that was the response she was looking for, but those were the words that came to mind at his questions. Would she want to know more? Or would she share some stuff about herself? Talk like this |