Post by squirrely on Jun 7, 2011 12:28:18 GMT -6
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The mid-afternoon sun dappled the large green leaves of the tall trees in the forest. The ground was moist from a shower that had come through the land last night. Little animals scurried about, doing what they did. Birds sang their sweet melodys, not caring for anything but them and their songs.
A dark figure stood in the center of it all. His dark, lonely aura messed up the mood, like a bright painting with a dark abyss smack dab in the center. His lifeless orbs glanced at the happiness with disgust and he snorted. His thin, mud-coated skin streched tightly over his ribs and bones, showing that he didn't consume much.
Metric picked his feet up stifly, causing leaves and foliage to fly up where ever his foot landed. His long, tangled, chocolate mane bounced around lightly. His tail sweeped the ground, like a dirty mop trying to clean a dirty floor.
The birds stopped singing and the smaller animals stopped scuttling around, now quietly making there way into holes, hidden from the beast of a horse. The thin stag's breathing seemed like the only sound apart from the ocassional scuttle of a bird or mouse. His motions echoed all around the forest, leaving a sickening feeling in your gut.
Metric raised his wide nostrils into the air, and engulfed a breath. He caught an odd scent, and looked in the direction of the path it followed. He stared down it, a puzzled look on his sad face. Something. And he followed the trail, into darker woods.
The mid-afternoon sun dappled the large green leaves of the tall trees in the forest. The ground was moist from a shower that had come through the land last night. Little animals scurried about, doing what they did. Birds sang their sweet melodys, not caring for anything but them and their songs.
A dark figure stood in the center of it all. His dark, lonely aura messed up the mood, like a bright painting with a dark abyss smack dab in the center. His lifeless orbs glanced at the happiness with disgust and he snorted. His thin, mud-coated skin streched tightly over his ribs and bones, showing that he didn't consume much.
Metric picked his feet up stifly, causing leaves and foliage to fly up where ever his foot landed. His long, tangled, chocolate mane bounced around lightly. His tail sweeped the ground, like a dirty mop trying to clean a dirty floor.
The birds stopped singing and the smaller animals stopped scuttling around, now quietly making there way into holes, hidden from the beast of a horse. The thin stag's breathing seemed like the only sound apart from the ocassional scuttle of a bird or mouse. His motions echoed all around the forest, leaving a sickening feeling in your gut.
Metric raised his wide nostrils into the air, and engulfed a breath. He caught an odd scent, and looked in the direction of the path it followed. He stared down it, a puzzled look on his sad face. Something. And he followed the trail, into darker woods.
