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02-22-2015, 02:21 AM
The morning began unlike any other in the middle of a Helovia Tallsun. Instead of the horizon drawing in golden glow and fiery furnishing, it retained the darkness of the receding night with the thick cover of clouds. The wind and the air remained still and hot, but the clouds hovered with the promise of something more, but not yet. Deep within the bowels of the storm heads, thunder growled expectantly.
Beneath the heavenly shade, a large owl sat perched on a lone, crooked tree. It's wide eyes turned back and forth, watching the gathering storm with a certain, anticipation. His beak clicked and ground against itself, causing a small chatter that carried across the field. Feathers ruffled all around his face, anxious.
"It comes," he hooted with a low drawl, his head spinning abruptly left, large eyes scouring the landscape beyond. Ready, his toes tapped on the bark, one talon slowly peeling the brown layer of tree flesh away. His head spun back to the right, blinking against the dour weather.
From above another rumble of thunder echoed forth, as if responding to the pale avian that hunkered below. Silence reigned, then a tongue of forked lightning lashed out, petering into the ground not far from the owl. In response he laughed, his wings spreading, though he remained in his ancient roost. "Is that all you've got!" he called back recklessly, his wisdom smothered by his wild abandon, yet age rather than youth colored his tone. He certainly knew something about this storm.
@[Amaris]
Beneath the heavenly shade, a large owl sat perched on a lone, crooked tree. It's wide eyes turned back and forth, watching the gathering storm with a certain, anticipation. His beak clicked and ground against itself, causing a small chatter that carried across the field. Feathers ruffled all around his face, anxious.
"It comes," he hooted with a low drawl, his head spinning abruptly left, large eyes scouring the landscape beyond. Ready, his toes tapped on the bark, one talon slowly peeling the brown layer of tree flesh away. His head spun back to the right, blinking against the dour weather.
From above another rumble of thunder echoed forth, as if responding to the pale avian that hunkered below. Silence reigned, then a tongue of forked lightning lashed out, petering into the ground not far from the owl. In response he laughed, his wings spreading, though he remained in his ancient roost. "Is that all you've got!" he called back recklessly, his wisdom smothered by his wild abandon, yet age rather than youth colored his tone. He certainly knew something about this storm.
@[Amaris]
