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11-23-2012, 10:02 PM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
Ebony patched frame sliced between oaks, contrasting in his flashy little way—it would be easier to steal a jewel beneath the open branched timbers then to hide his bulk in such a sleepy wasteland. Sickly brown limbs remained posed against the onslaught of a coming spring; but, at least the wind was warmer. A magical collar around his shoulders and birthright physical features didn’t blend well with a natural environment. Sun tipped feathers brushed snow across a frosted ground. Cranium held itself aloft with gaze streaking across familiar territory; feet taking liberty to mate quietly upon permafrost burnt soil.
Reasoning of why he journeyed the Threshold this day couldn’t be explained. Perhaps, it was his restlessness from personal duties and such. Or even the calling of higher powers, though his mind couldn’t fathom a reason for being lead to the Hold. A bright sun shimmered rays through simplistic cover, his quiet forest was about to be disturbed by fated conversation—though he didn’t know this even as a silver lady flashed within sight. Her pale silken body leaned away, head dropped every so often in with lips moving to search for sustenance.
Feeling it to be rude in passing a maiden without pausing to greet, Midas traveled forward assuming that his steps were now loud enough to be heard by even the most deaf of ears, “Good day ma’lady,” tenors uttered gently whilst body came alongside, openly allowing distance so that she might choose to be approached, “We seem to be traveling a similar path,” a pleasant smile followed his words.
Reasoning of why he journeyed the Threshold this day couldn’t be explained. Perhaps, it was his restlessness from personal duties and such. Or even the calling of higher powers, though his mind couldn’t fathom a reason for being lead to the Hold. A bright sun shimmered rays through simplistic cover, his quiet forest was about to be disturbed by fated conversation—though he didn’t know this even as a silver lady flashed within sight. Her pale silken body leaned away, head dropped every so often in with lips moving to search for sustenance.
Feeling it to be rude in passing a maiden without pausing to greet, Midas traveled forward assuming that his steps were now loud enough to be heard by even the most deaf of ears, “Good day ma’lady,” tenors uttered gently whilst body came alongside, openly allowing distance so that she might choose to be approached, “We seem to be traveling a similar path,” a pleasant smile followed his words.
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