Post by Hoofbeat on Sept 12, 2008 21:04:34 GMT -5
Exhausted orbs peer blearily around, taking everything in without really noticing. All you sense is the numbness in your muscles, legacy of a long trek, which your mind once again makes the unwelcome visit to; the long days without rest, rugged outcrops to scale and a blistering sun are only some of the things which you wish so much to forget. Having traversed the parched land for so long, it is something of a surprise to find that it isn't sleep deprivition which is causing the sudden bursts of arid green at the edges of your vision: the waste is coming to an end. It can't be long to water now, you figure as you wet the inside of you mouth once again with your tongue. Yet even though a comparative paradise can't be far, you cannot muster the energy to plod at more than a walk. Ah well, salvation was on its way.
Within minutes, your leaden hoofbeats do not always prompt a puff of dust, and dilated nares are finding something other than a harsh, dry scent. Only a few more metres, and you drop your tiara to the ground, ivories snapping and shredding the grass which was growing there. Ravenous, a step forward is taken, and another. Before you know it, you're metres from where you first paused, and you soon realise that there are two ebony daggers infront of you, belonging to a pure figure, muscular but not bulky. Quickly, you glance up, meeting his calm gaze with a touch of surprise. Looking deeper, you find understanding, presumably for the ordeal it took to reach this realm. As he parts his ebony maw to allow his light baritone to flow out, you prick your ears. "Welcome to the Wild - I'm Silver Dreaming. I'm sure you're quite thirsty now", he paused, allowing a wry smile to appear briefly upon his mask, "You'll find water over there, and for anything else, you can simply ask someone." With a toss of his proud crown, he indicated the direction to take, and stepped back slightly, waiting for you to take the first steps.
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Within minutes, your leaden hoofbeats do not always prompt a puff of dust, and dilated nares are finding something other than a harsh, dry scent. Only a few more metres, and you drop your tiara to the ground, ivories snapping and shredding the grass which was growing there. Ravenous, a step forward is taken, and another. Before you know it, you're metres from where you first paused, and you soon realise that there are two ebony daggers infront of you, belonging to a pure figure, muscular but not bulky. Quickly, you glance up, meeting his calm gaze with a touch of surprise. Looking deeper, you find understanding, presumably for the ordeal it took to reach this realm. As he parts his ebony maw to allow his light baritone to flow out, you prick your ears. "Welcome to the Wild - I'm Silver Dreaming. I'm sure you're quite thirsty now", he paused, allowing a wry smile to appear briefly upon his mask, "You'll find water over there, and for anything else, you can simply ask someone." With a toss of his proud crown, he indicated the direction to take, and stepped back slightly, waiting for you to take the first steps.
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