Post by Whitewolf on May 1, 2007 17:33:03 GMT -5
The crystalline blue lake shimmered with the reflection of thousands of stars. The waterfalls thunderous roar somehow sounded softer in the dark. As if it were afraid of waking the world.
The moon hung full in the velvety black sky, grey-white and glowing.
A dark form moved through the trees surrounding the lake silently, muscled shape making a small wind rustle through the plants at his massive feet.
He paused and raised his head, sniffing the still night air. It was as clear as could be. The scent of a herd of Dezxiri flooded his mind with useless information. It was stale. They were long gone.
The animal was glad of it. He was an outcast among his kind, but the leaders in his home trusted him dearly.
He did not deserve that kind of trust. He did not deserve anything greater than would be given to the rest of his kind.
He considered himself a freak. Unlike the rest of the Irisa, he had no wings, and no markings. He was a heavy black, left eye blind, dead. Wasted. A black scar hung over the eyelid that belonged to it. When the bare skin caught the light of the moon, it glowed silver. His right eye, unblemished and immortal, was a beautiful, soft honey brown.
The Irisa stepped from the shadows, silvery light shining on his glossy black coat. He looked at the moon with a somewhat wistful expression in his lonely gold eye.
The dead one was devoid of any emotion, any feeling, any... thing.
His long, thick legs carried him towards the water. He lay down in front of the starstruck liquid, closing his eyes for a moment.
"My name is Mars."
The uttered words made the water ripple out ever so slightly. He smiled, and put his head on his paws.
Up, up and away...away from me,
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight.
I’m not crazy...or anything...
I can’t stand to fly,
I’m not that naive.
Men weren’t meant to ride,
With clouds between their knees.
The moon hung full in the velvety black sky, grey-white and glowing.
A dark form moved through the trees surrounding the lake silently, muscled shape making a small wind rustle through the plants at his massive feet.
He paused and raised his head, sniffing the still night air. It was as clear as could be. The scent of a herd of Dezxiri flooded his mind with useless information. It was stale. They were long gone.
The animal was glad of it. He was an outcast among his kind, but the leaders in his home trusted him dearly.
He did not deserve that kind of trust. He did not deserve anything greater than would be given to the rest of his kind.
He considered himself a freak. Unlike the rest of the Irisa, he had no wings, and no markings. He was a heavy black, left eye blind, dead. Wasted. A black scar hung over the eyelid that belonged to it. When the bare skin caught the light of the moon, it glowed silver. His right eye, unblemished and immortal, was a beautiful, soft honey brown.
The Irisa stepped from the shadows, silvery light shining on his glossy black coat. He looked at the moon with a somewhat wistful expression in his lonely gold eye.
The dead one was devoid of any emotion, any feeling, any... thing.
His long, thick legs carried him towards the water. He lay down in front of the starstruck liquid, closing his eyes for a moment.
"My name is Mars."
The uttered words made the water ripple out ever so slightly. He smiled, and put his head on his paws.
Up, up and away...away from me,
It’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight.
I’m not crazy...or anything...
I can’t stand to fly,
I’m not that naive.
Men weren’t meant to ride,
With clouds between their knees.
