07-16-2018, 06:37 PM
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Darkness brought out hidden beauties, treasures made invisible by light. Darkness revealed a brilliant display of shining stars in the sky, allowing them to twinkle for the crowd below on the earth. Strangely, darkness made things stand out, giving them the opportunity to show off when they couldn't in the light. Creatures found themselves in awe of what the darkness could accomplish. They centered their lives around it- traditions, events, even relationships. Some treated darkness with respect. Few worshiped it like they would a god, an idol. Others had a fear of darkness.
Rightfully so. Darkness brought out the hidden beasts of the world, disguising them under a cloak of blackness so that they may roam freely. Darkness provided a veil for monsters and criminals to do their dirty work, reducing their risk of being caught. Darkness produced an ever-present aura of uncertainty, as anything could lurk in the shadows. Watching, waiting, for their prey to turn their back. Darkness had a right to be respected, to be feared.
The ambient sounds of the night life filled the air. Up above, the starry sky was partially masked by the branching leaves of oak and birch trees. The prey here, in the Canopy, were fast asleep. The sun had long vanished behind the horizon, giving way to the crescent moon. Summer's heat had also left temporarily, letting the atmosphere cool down to an enjoyable temperature. Perhaps a few creatures patrolled about the territory, even during this time.
Maybe one of them would notice and hear the snapping of a tree branch on the ground, or would catch the movement of grass out of the corner of their eye. Something moved about in the woods, noticeably loud. Whatever it was, it didn't have the intentions of trying to sneak around. In fact, it seemed to be speaking. Mumbling, words incoherent. It walked with a slight limp in its pace. It broke through on the edge of the tall grass, reaching the end of the Canopy and revealing what it was.
Mix-matched eyes shined against the darkness. The left glowed a [glow=black,2,300]brilliant sky-blue[/glow], as it would appear in the summer's daytime. The right, a [glow=black,2,300]strong golden-amber[/glow]. The form of the creature immediately stood out as a feline tomcat, average in stature, but not in appearance. A white base pelt contrasted with black stripes from head to tail. Black wings sprouted from his back, made up of hawk feathers, folded up for the time being. Although hard to tell initially, both due to the night and his fur, the male's entire body seemed to be covered in scars, ranging from small cuts to a few nasty battle wounds. The blood had long dried up, signaling that someone had taken care of them already. Or, one would hope.
The tomcat continued to mutter to himself, conflicted eyes focused on the ground until he came to a stop. His gaze dragged upwards, taking in the sight of a field of flowers. Beyond that were small meadow hills, the grass waving from a gentle wind. They were saying hello.
He didn't respond. Not yet.
Darkness brought out hidden beauties, treasures made invisible by light. Darkness revealed a brilliant display of shining stars in the sky, allowing them to twinkle for the crowd below on the earth. Strangely, darkness made things stand out, giving them the opportunity to show off when they couldn't in the light. Creatures found themselves in awe of what the darkness could accomplish. They centered their lives around it- traditions, events, even relationships. Some treated darkness with respect. Few worshiped it like they would a god, an idol. Others had a fear of darkness.
Rightfully so. Darkness brought out the hidden beasts of the world, disguising them under a cloak of blackness so that they may roam freely. Darkness provided a veil for monsters and criminals to do their dirty work, reducing their risk of being caught. Darkness produced an ever-present aura of uncertainty, as anything could lurk in the shadows. Watching, waiting, for their prey to turn their back. Darkness had a right to be respected, to be feared.
The ambient sounds of the night life filled the air. Up above, the starry sky was partially masked by the branching leaves of oak and birch trees. The prey here, in the Canopy, were fast asleep. The sun had long vanished behind the horizon, giving way to the crescent moon. Summer's heat had also left temporarily, letting the atmosphere cool down to an enjoyable temperature. Perhaps a few creatures patrolled about the territory, even during this time.
Maybe one of them would notice and hear the snapping of a tree branch on the ground, or would catch the movement of grass out of the corner of their eye. Something moved about in the woods, noticeably loud. Whatever it was, it didn't have the intentions of trying to sneak around. In fact, it seemed to be speaking. Mumbling, words incoherent. It walked with a slight limp in its pace. It broke through on the edge of the tall grass, reaching the end of the Canopy and revealing what it was.
Mix-matched eyes shined against the darkness. The left glowed a [glow=black,2,300]brilliant sky-blue[/glow], as it would appear in the summer's daytime. The right, a [glow=black,2,300]strong golden-amber[/glow]. The form of the creature immediately stood out as a feline tomcat, average in stature, but not in appearance. A white base pelt contrasted with black stripes from head to tail. Black wings sprouted from his back, made up of hawk feathers, folded up for the time being. Although hard to tell initially, both due to the night and his fur, the male's entire body seemed to be covered in scars, ranging from small cuts to a few nasty battle wounds. The blood had long dried up, signaling that someone had taken care of them already. Or, one would hope.
The tomcat continued to mutter to himself, conflicted eyes focused on the ground until he came to a stop. His gaze dragged upwards, taking in the sight of a field of flowers. Beyond that were small meadow hills, the grass waving from a gentle wind. They were saying hello.
He didn't respond. Not yet.
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WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
Shininglight — Wanderer — tags[/shadow]
WHO KNEW THE EMPTINESS COULD BE SO COLD?!
Shininglight — Wanderer — tags[/shadow]