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08-22-2015, 08:37 AM
Entia
we could write a bad romance
we could write a bad romance
On his way to the Edge, to Endless Blue, to the Grove, he had passed through this place, a great open meadow - yet now he was here, and the scent of spring was rich on the air. He could smell it, and even taste it as he walked, the feeling of the warmer winds touching his hide sending a chill along his spine that ran all the way to the ground - and yet he walked, steadily, until he walked alongside the little shimmering creek, listening to its gentle words as he walked. It was soothing, and yet why he suddenly felt like listening he didn't know - he just did. He followed the stream until it narrowed, feeding into the wide river, and he stopped at the edge and looked at it. He thought about walking a little further, but no longer felt like it.
So, with a little shake of his head, Entia lowered his gaze and looked about here. There was less cover, but he had no need to run and take shelter. With his mis-matched eyes he looked around, gently trailing his gaze from here to there, taking in the new sights that were before him. A light buildup of cloud was seen in the sky, growing on the horizon as the day warmed and the air rose, and Entia watched it.
He did like one thing about this place so far; it was all so new, so shining, but so old it had so many stories to be told. Opening before him was a new chapter entirely, and though he was a little hesitant, he was ready to embrace it. Entia was about to leave though, and continue his wanderings, when there was a sound nearby - he cocked his head and looked, curiosity there bright and alive, wondering if he was imagining things, or if there was someone there...
So, with a little shake of his head, Entia lowered his gaze and looked about here. There was less cover, but he had no need to run and take shelter. With his mis-matched eyes he looked around, gently trailing his gaze from here to there, taking in the new sights that were before him. A light buildup of cloud was seen in the sky, growing on the horizon as the day warmed and the air rose, and Entia watched it.
He did like one thing about this place so far; it was all so new, so shining, but so old it had so many stories to be told. Opening before him was a new chapter entirely, and though he was a little hesitant, he was ready to embrace it. Entia was about to leave though, and continue his wanderings, when there was a sound nearby - he cocked his head and looked, curiosity there bright and alive, wondering if he was imagining things, or if there was someone there...
note; apologies for this dodgy opening post <3 it'll be better! D: @Dovahkiin
