Post by ASHA~CROAL~XYLECK on Oct 29, 2005 11:02:39 GMT -5
A blueish apparation came to veiw as he strode in on long legs.
Silence.
His arms carried a spear, a bow, on his back rest a quiver of the finest arrows. Ebonite orbics shifted over the empty lands, audits picking up every sound, every hush.
Silence.
The land was appealing. Empty, scarce. Not a touch, not a flaw upon the dusted soil. His large hand lowered to the earth, his body bending closer to the floor. Fingers curled through the fine powder, the dun sifting through his fingers, over his palms, then blowing away, carried by the soft breeze. His tassles tangled in the whisper of breath. His inhalents picking up upon the nothingness here. Everything was still. Everything was lonely.
Everything was silent.
He raised himself from the topography, his globes once again searching for a resident, any sign of life. Nothing. Just a blank start. An empty canvass. His mouth opened, letting the taste of the wind find his buds, seep into his tongue. Nothing. Just dry, dry wind. The slight taste of earth. The feeling of cold, empty.
His legs strode forward, hardly a sound. Just a soft, Puh puh puh... With each landing of his foot. An even beat, a simple rhythem.
Arm stretched out to his side, touching a large tree, the center of the place. Huge, protective, as old as time, as old as the earth beneath his feet. The shadow blanketing him, wrapping itself around him, soothing him, savoring his presance. His eyes closed shut, taking in the cold, and empty scenary. Letting each moment sink within the walls of his skull.
Orbs fluttered open, he felt eyes...eyes which watch him with much interest. Eyes that wonder, that search. He smiled, letting them see him, letting them watch him. He walked around the timber, latting the shade conceal him. The he plced his hands on the bark, allowing the wood to show its story, showing him, no one had ruled...yet.
A smile curled over his lips, a soft whisper sounding, echoeing as a hush through the barriers of the land. Having all who dare step foot hear his solemn words, the smple touch of grasp. Hearing his claimence, his final thoughts.
And now, you have your king. And now, you belong, you are one, you are whole. And now, land, you are not empty. You have been entered, you are now stained, you are now poisoned. You have your king, you have the son of the trees. I am Xyleck, bend to me, see me, bathe in my shadow, bask in my light.
And then...silence.
Silence.
His arms carried a spear, a bow, on his back rest a quiver of the finest arrows. Ebonite orbics shifted over the empty lands, audits picking up every sound, every hush.
Silence.
The land was appealing. Empty, scarce. Not a touch, not a flaw upon the dusted soil. His large hand lowered to the earth, his body bending closer to the floor. Fingers curled through the fine powder, the dun sifting through his fingers, over his palms, then blowing away, carried by the soft breeze. His tassles tangled in the whisper of breath. His inhalents picking up upon the nothingness here. Everything was still. Everything was lonely.
Everything was silent.
He raised himself from the topography, his globes once again searching for a resident, any sign of life. Nothing. Just a blank start. An empty canvass. His mouth opened, letting the taste of the wind find his buds, seep into his tongue. Nothing. Just dry, dry wind. The slight taste of earth. The feeling of cold, empty.
His legs strode forward, hardly a sound. Just a soft, Puh puh puh... With each landing of his foot. An even beat, a simple rhythem.
Arm stretched out to his side, touching a large tree, the center of the place. Huge, protective, as old as time, as old as the earth beneath his feet. The shadow blanketing him, wrapping itself around him, soothing him, savoring his presance. His eyes closed shut, taking in the cold, and empty scenary. Letting each moment sink within the walls of his skull.
Orbs fluttered open, he felt eyes...eyes which watch him with much interest. Eyes that wonder, that search. He smiled, letting them see him, letting them watch him. He walked around the timber, latting the shade conceal him. The he plced his hands on the bark, allowing the wood to show its story, showing him, no one had ruled...yet.
A smile curled over his lips, a soft whisper sounding, echoeing as a hush through the barriers of the land. Having all who dare step foot hear his solemn words, the smple touch of grasp. Hearing his claimence, his final thoughts.
And now, you have your king. And now, you belong, you are one, you are whole. And now, land, you are not empty. You have been entered, you are now stained, you are now poisoned. You have your king, you have the son of the trees. I am Xyleck, bend to me, see me, bathe in my shadow, bask in my light.
And then...silence.
