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07-20-2012, 07:35 PM
Opulent fingers of sunlight spread out across Ascendancy's hide, merciless and relentless against his dark physique. A white forth had effervesced along the shallow furrows of his muscles, adhering to his massive body much like an second skin. The naturally recurring oils inherent in the capillary fibers of his fur absorbed the light and created a lustrous sheen that was amplified by the perspiration which permeated him. The sunlight melted in his dark, stoic eyes. Intense and oppressing was the infinitely humongous eternal flame that burned brilliantly in the sky, its molten saffron sinking remorselessly into his coat. Tallsun was never kind to those cursed with such an affinity to a dark wraith as he, and the heavy, metallic armor that clung like ivy to the chiseled, masculine panes of his face became easily infested with trapped heat. It was miserable, and inwardly he blasphemed the wretched sun. Frostfall was much more suited to the obsidian virile, and he avidly awaited the time when powdery snow careened slowly down like ash from the sifting, ashen bodies in the sky. He would think so now, but as soon as the frigid bitterness transcended he would find himself once again longing for the inviting warmth of the sun and its soft kiss as her radiant sunlight poured over the world. With truth, he did admire the sun, but was weary of the vexatious essences derived from the magnitude of its heat that was unlike most summers. It felt hotter than it had in Aretha though he hadn't thought much of it. His shadow was a stark outline as he moved across the terrain, approaching the scorching stream that slowly retreated from the open field. He could see the path on which the pristine water once traveled: an elongated crater of arid dirt the only remnant or rapture that any such current once existed. He lowered his armored face to the reflective surface once finding a suitably deep pool, and imbued the refreshing fluid, for although it was not profoundly cool it still provided him with a treasured refreshment. Ripples propagated in all directions, the stiff hairs of his maw lightly poking at the surface. After doing so, he lowered his scarred body to the parched foliage that encompassed him, his forelegs folding beneath him first followed soon by his aft appendages. He laid like this for a short period of him, the rotund cavern of his deep chest rising and falling, accompanied with a hint of exaggeration with each expansion of his lungs. He then roamed to his broad side, compact, powerful appendages sprawled out beneath him. His dark eyes gradually fluttered shut, sleep threatening to creep forth. Gods know he needs the rest. |
