Post by ASHA~CROAL~XYLECK on Oct 31, 2005 10:28:28 GMT -5
A soft sigh, drooping eyes, a single soul. The only one...the only elf.
Head tipped upwards...someone was there...he could feel it deep within him. His large hand gripped his sheathed sword, but moved to his bow and arrows instead. Ebon beads searched endlessly in the dark forest, nothing but silence and the mournful cry of the wind.
Locks brushed over his shoulders, twisting with itself, tangled in the wind's waves. Tassles blew to the side, pointed auds revealed. Showing the intruder he was no simple being.
He stood up upon his small, silent feet. He was clad in a clout and some kind of moccasins. A satchel was attached to his clout on the side. He smiled at himself...no ne was here...why would anyone come to the elven lands when there were no other elves but him?! He was being overly "lonesome". His body was so yearning, that he felt things and sensed things that were not there. He wandered over to the large tree, eyeing it crtically.
The tree gave him an idea. This was the palace lands...yet there was no palace to reside here.
He pat the tree, then wandered into the woods, finding other enormous timbers to bring back to the large clearing.
When he returned, he carried and dragged three trees, twice as round as him, four times as tall as him. He set them to the side, taking out an ax to start making plank after plank.
Light faded, yet the sounds of chapping wood rung in the air. Darker and darker, until no light reached him, he worked. He had gotten one high, wide wall up. A measly portion of the palace, but a good start, considering he was the only one. He would wait until dusk to start once more...when the light gave a small sillohette...just enough to see, would he work. But until then, he slept.
Head tipped upwards...someone was there...he could feel it deep within him. His large hand gripped his sheathed sword, but moved to his bow and arrows instead. Ebon beads searched endlessly in the dark forest, nothing but silence and the mournful cry of the wind.
Locks brushed over his shoulders, twisting with itself, tangled in the wind's waves. Tassles blew to the side, pointed auds revealed. Showing the intruder he was no simple being.
He stood up upon his small, silent feet. He was clad in a clout and some kind of moccasins. A satchel was attached to his clout on the side. He smiled at himself...no ne was here...why would anyone come to the elven lands when there were no other elves but him?! He was being overly "lonesome". His body was so yearning, that he felt things and sensed things that were not there. He wandered over to the large tree, eyeing it crtically.
The tree gave him an idea. This was the palace lands...yet there was no palace to reside here.
He pat the tree, then wandered into the woods, finding other enormous timbers to bring back to the large clearing.
When he returned, he carried and dragged three trees, twice as round as him, four times as tall as him. He set them to the side, taking out an ax to start making plank after plank.
Light faded, yet the sounds of chapping wood rung in the air. Darker and darker, until no light reached him, he worked. He had gotten one high, wide wall up. A measly portion of the palace, but a good start, considering he was the only one. He would wait until dusk to start once more...when the light gave a small sillohette...just enough to see, would he work. But until then, he slept.