Post by Oyxn on May 26, 2012 0:02:34 GMT -5
So arm your heart with self-worth
Yet prepare for sorrow and pain
Don't let the fear eat you from inside
Wear your weaknesses with pride
And even if you crush my body
And drain it 'til the last drop
You can never touch my spirit
You can never touch my soul
Yet prepare for sorrow and pain
Don't let the fear eat you from inside
Wear your weaknesses with pride
And even if you crush my body
And drain it 'til the last drop
You can never touch my spirit
You can never touch my soul
Ominous gray clouds dilacerated the heavens above, which were captivating if only for a momentarily glance. He hadn’t paid much attention to the scenery within the last few days. Continually traveling as far as all four appendages beneath would carry him onwards. Through a clearing in the brush ahead, his form was maneuvering underneath a mantle of overgrowth that littered the forest floor. His alabaster pelt was a complete contrast to the lush greenery that seemed to stretch on for miles. The amount of time spent of his journey had also lost any specific meaning whatsoever. Chara, her name had come to him several times in the presiding months. Although, recently the dreams that he had were becoming more abundant. Often times threatening him until he woke from slumber or broke meditation to continue his expeditions. It was still very uncertain for why his visionary guides had wanted for him to come out this far into uncharted lands. The evidence often time unraveled later down the road. An exceedingly daunting challenge that was usually very accurate. Oyxn had some important role to play, whether the hellion knew it or not. As his form approached a clearing in the woodlands; yet another fragrance darted between both nostrils causing them to immediately flair in absolute protest. The domineering scent of the pack that controlled this territory was very close to that of his homeland. To this familiarized scent, he halted upon all four haunches to observe the surroundings. Keen wheat hues that shimmered with the light of a full moon looked to the horizon, but only saw the rolling hills that sculpted the landscape.
His form advanced forwards with lithe maneuvers that made the frail brute exceedingly graceful on all four limbs. Canvas poised, haunches at the ready to immediately turn in posthaste reaction. Evidently, he didn’t faultier as his form phantasmal in nature descended through the elongated blades of grasses. The sensation of wetness on the leaves as they collided with skin caused the thick pelt to stand on spiky edges. Once at the centerfold of the location, his hues fully absorbed into the landscaping. Fleetingly a whisper echoed on the last stands of his mind. The very atmosphere was cool on this mid-spring afternoon. Only the threatening encroachments of incoming storms would change the entire passiveness of calm that devoured. He knew that this calm wasn’t foolhardy; it too would wane when the real events transpired. Uninitiated, he found reassurance that right now this was where the vision had informed him to be. A change in the pace of the wind from its northeasterly route caused the trees to sway rather violently. Then the loudness of a rumble roared outwards with impunity, whist breaking the heavens above with a furious display of lightening. Distantly a flock of ravens scattered from the meadow.. It didn’t even cause the brute to move; instead he remained immobilized on the center of the hill. A smile rose to meet the kissers of the hellion. In nature he found all sorts of reliability. His farsighted predictions were extremely reliable when it came to situations such as this. When it finally transpired before he could think it. Another flash of lightening rampantly delivered a flash of retribution across the slate colored veil that was the skies overlooking the field.
Without hesitation and in unison with the wilderness he announced his presence in the already occupied territory. Whether the encounter with the alphesss turned into a positive meeting or not would be another adversity to overcome. His lobes pinned backwards, and for the third time a tedious clash of lightening flashed and cast a series of shadows from the darkening woodlands onto the terrain. The perimeter of lush woodlands was caught beneath the performance of the wind. Exposed to the raw elemental forces of nature could single handedly cause one to question everything that they held sacred to merely be an illusion. In return the land cried out back to the shamanistic wolf. The pleading wind cold and fetching swooped through the thicket of his fur, which caused the strands of alabaster fur to scatter. In the light of a pewter skyline his apex sank whist retiring to review the lowlands below the rolling foothills. The land its self-spoke of the bloodstained history in whispers and blurred the lines of the future. This was the beginning of something and in the very moment as his song died the spirits of the unseen where racing. Only, Oyxn could feel the trembling outrage in the soaring wind or the passionate cries that the oncoming storm represented.
His form advanced forwards with lithe maneuvers that made the frail brute exceedingly graceful on all four limbs. Canvas poised, haunches at the ready to immediately turn in posthaste reaction. Evidently, he didn’t faultier as his form phantasmal in nature descended through the elongated blades of grasses. The sensation of wetness on the leaves as they collided with skin caused the thick pelt to stand on spiky edges. Once at the centerfold of the location, his hues fully absorbed into the landscaping. Fleetingly a whisper echoed on the last stands of his mind. The very atmosphere was cool on this mid-spring afternoon. Only the threatening encroachments of incoming storms would change the entire passiveness of calm that devoured. He knew that this calm wasn’t foolhardy; it too would wane when the real events transpired. Uninitiated, he found reassurance that right now this was where the vision had informed him to be. A change in the pace of the wind from its northeasterly route caused the trees to sway rather violently. Then the loudness of a rumble roared outwards with impunity, whist breaking the heavens above with a furious display of lightening. Distantly a flock of ravens scattered from the meadow.. It didn’t even cause the brute to move; instead he remained immobilized on the center of the hill. A smile rose to meet the kissers of the hellion. In nature he found all sorts of reliability. His farsighted predictions were extremely reliable when it came to situations such as this. When it finally transpired before he could think it. Another flash of lightening rampantly delivered a flash of retribution across the slate colored veil that was the skies overlooking the field.
Without hesitation and in unison with the wilderness he announced his presence in the already occupied territory. Whether the encounter with the alphesss turned into a positive meeting or not would be another adversity to overcome. His lobes pinned backwards, and for the third time a tedious clash of lightening flashed and cast a series of shadows from the darkening woodlands onto the terrain. The perimeter of lush woodlands was caught beneath the performance of the wind. Exposed to the raw elemental forces of nature could single handedly cause one to question everything that they held sacred to merely be an illusion. In return the land cried out back to the shamanistic wolf. The pleading wind cold and fetching swooped through the thicket of his fur, which caused the strands of alabaster fur to scatter. In the light of a pewter skyline his apex sank whist retiring to review the lowlands below the rolling foothills. The land its self-spoke of the bloodstained history in whispers and blurred the lines of the future. This was the beginning of something and in the very moment as his song died the spirits of the unseen where racing. Only, Oyxn could feel the trembling outrage in the soaring wind or the passionate cries that the oncoming storm represented.
