Post by selan on Apr 23, 2005 11:21:13 GMT -5
The world held an eerie silence,it seemed to be so empty.No existance was held in the woodland realm, it was almost tranquill..but the world as the prey of this timberland knew it would become dismal in only a few waking minutes.:.
The obscurity of the forest held a grasping hold, it seemed to be silent except for the delightful forest breeze that removed stagnant oxygen from the looming penumbra of the timberland. A meiskul deer trail hide the only safe passage into the forest realm, any others simply ran one into the wild boar that lay in wait for the weary traveler.Oh! how it seemed to suit the swarthy mass that stalked along the flickering shadows of the forest.The shade from the expance of the vert canopies above reflected the glances from the burning daystar.
But none the less linchen grew like a wild fire, the timberland carpet spread with the fuzzy, burnt emerald
linchen and moss. Clover grew in the small glades that held no timber revealing some sunlight, large expansive patches of this odd shaped grass grew in the forest..even where no sun gazed.The deer and boar seemed to feast upon these tender clovers..making them awfully delicious.Also the large oak,pine,and elm that grew provided housing..many of the old trees,their trunks that reached the bottom were hallowed providing houses for the wolves that would one day thrive in this concealed realm.The hollow houses were dry,most decorerated their interior with the large clover patches and their walls painted in linchen.The swarthy figure peered at the village of tree houses, they would make the dens for the pack..for one could even dig..so the large hollow caverns would serve asentry ways..while ones house was dug into the root colony.
{i]Yes,[/i] it would do.
The swarthy firgure could now be made out,his burnt topaz glare seemed to unsettle the forest.His timber caves,so to speak were better than the stone ones of his adversaries.He moved,his soft caress to the lithosphere unaudible,his appendiges with uncommon ease of flowing paces.He stalked into the larrgest oak that seemed to be the epicenter of the land..It hollow trunk held a small towering pinnacle to which he could be seated upon.. and a den he could dig.
His melancholy music was issued forth from his vocals..
This land was his..[/size]
The obscurity of the forest held a grasping hold, it seemed to be silent except for the delightful forest breeze that removed stagnant oxygen from the looming penumbra of the timberland. A meiskul deer trail hide the only safe passage into the forest realm, any others simply ran one into the wild boar that lay in wait for the weary traveler.Oh! how it seemed to suit the swarthy mass that stalked along the flickering shadows of the forest.The shade from the expance of the vert canopies above reflected the glances from the burning daystar.
But none the less linchen grew like a wild fire, the timberland carpet spread with the fuzzy, burnt emerald
linchen and moss. Clover grew in the small glades that held no timber revealing some sunlight, large expansive patches of this odd shaped grass grew in the forest..even where no sun gazed.The deer and boar seemed to feast upon these tender clovers..making them awfully delicious.Also the large oak,pine,and elm that grew provided housing..many of the old trees,their trunks that reached the bottom were hallowed providing houses for the wolves that would one day thrive in this concealed realm.The hollow houses were dry,most decorerated their interior with the large clover patches and their walls painted in linchen.The swarthy figure peered at the village of tree houses, they would make the dens for the pack..for one could even dig..so the large hollow caverns would serve asentry ways..while ones house was dug into the root colony.
{i]Yes,[/i] it would do.
The swarthy firgure could now be made out,his burnt topaz glare seemed to unsettle the forest.His timber caves,so to speak were better than the stone ones of his adversaries.He moved,his soft caress to the lithosphere unaudible,his appendiges with uncommon ease of flowing paces.He stalked into the larrgest oak that seemed to be the epicenter of the land..It hollow trunk held a small towering pinnacle to which he could be seated upon.. and a den he could dig.
His melancholy music was issued forth from his vocals..
This land was his..[/size]
