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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:29 am
 
~---A Crow Could be a Phoenix----~
The fog rolled over the damp grass that would sway and snap at the light patters of crickets and green chirpers of the wet lands. Heavy cat tails would bounce and sway with the jerking of the warm breeze. The shores were close enough to catch a glimpse of the swelling fruit born of the ocean and its twin just between a large gape before a bundle of tiny streams veining into it. Though the sun sparkled against the deep slate water, it was an ill sun about to be sheathed in a blanket of clouds. Past the mounds of onyx and quart rocks walling the heart of the lands that reached the sky, were layers of rain gushing down but none reaching the lands as of yet.
Everything felt stilled, but the eerie blissful scents of roused flowers kept an uncertainty. Were the flowers really urged to spawn as if the moment was their last as they could be drowned in the rain? Even deep in the waters the fish isolated themselves from poking a glance. The rustling of deer fighting could be sounded- perhaps a new male found its way into the wrong territory and posed as a threat. Or maybe it was the youth just playing. The fear of simple rain didn’t effect them as it was also what filled their bellies with grass.
The morning’s sun held out though, the clouds actually moving in from a different direction and only slowly, though it always appeared to be flirting with the idea of hiding the sun. Like the deer and other creatures that were restless for certain spring, the follies of a wonderer would be.
~---With its head held high.----~
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2008 4:42 am
It would be unfair to say that the feral were the only ones curious of the day. The coo of nightingales bellowed from far and near, returning and delighting. Through the brush of the very few trees encasing the mountains near, a bright figure cautiously walked forward. Looking out for both trouble he didn’t need, and maybe a simple shrub for a snack. Though he did not believe he should fear any entity as his seasons have came quite well for him, and even taught him to fight off when he felt the need to protect, just simple food wasn’t enough to fight for.
Though the fog made the sides of the very lush fields of grass hard to narrow, he managed to find a few trees clustered around a pound. The very corner had no certain vegetations but a good quantity of black berries, and even above- the ever so tart crab apples. With a silent but calm pace he made sure to look for creatures that were in the bush before him, his tail swishing from side to side though. He was perhaps excited, and expecting of something, yet nothing was there. Even the berries didn’t look that appealing.
A sigh came from Sandelwood and he turned to look for something else that would intrigue him over his appetite.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:58 pm
Her cheek laid against the damp grass, eyes ever so slightly closed that a mere sliver of the tropical blue hue could be seen, her wings laid against her sides in an almost tossed away fashion as she took a long breath, and slowly released it.
She wasnt sleeping, merely resting her soul, not her body but her soul. Tired of the event of her life, she opened a single wing, and clutched it around the single basket that laid at her side, dragging it closer.
A faint smile etched it way into the ashen gray of her face as she could feel the beats of life from within the wicker, her child was still thriving..
The sounds of another wafted towards her, but she didnt stir to see who was coming, for once she wondered if the gods would bless her once more in a bit of peace from those damned to drive her into the depths of insanity...or bless her to find someone to talk with once more..While Oba was away...Left alone once more...
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