doin' time
06-21-2013, 03:04 PM
Warped cries of joy splashed the air ? a cackle here, a bark there. Amongst the tangle of vicious, barbed vines, a tiny creature danced. Thorns bit at his sides and broke off to stick in his matted fur, and several fresh cuts were dashed across his body. His delight was odd and unfitting. Another hoot of laughter fled his open jaws as his thin body darted through an opening in the branches. He yelped only slightly as thorns scratched his legs, and went back to giggling. The plants were gnarled and crooked, and the whole place looked purely sinister, but it made him feel comfortable. It felt familiar, and the labyrinth of briar plants and few narrow passages offered a sense of security. It was also one of nature?s crueler displays, and he enjoyed that too. Things probably came to die here, or died, even if they didn?t mean to. The thicket was extremely expansive. Who knew what could?ve been lost here?
The air outside was a fine temperature, and the full fury of the afternoon sun?s rays was broken by a cluster of clouds. Ample light filtered into Gambit Briar, speckling the earth with a tasteful amount of shadows. The imp wove in and out of particularly thick tangles of branches, light rippling over his back as he passed beneath the vegetation. He leaped over some lower hanging twists, and into one of the various hollow spaces in the thicket. Branches covered the air a few feet above his head, and swam around in a vaguely circular shape. It was like a chamber. He stood still for a second, his muzzle swinging left and right as his crazed blue eyes roved over the scenery. He liked it. The grin remained plastered to his face, and he would plop to the leaf-coated ground. Limbs were pulled tight to his chest as he curled into a little ball, glancing about. Maybe he could live here. That would be good. It just needed a few dolls, and nice things.
06-23-2013, 07:40 PM