Jul 13, 2011 17:58:56 GMT -5
Post by Maya on Jul 13, 2011 17:58:56 GMT -5
Why do we stay instead of [ l e a v i n g ]?[/center]
[/size][/blockquote][/color]Darkness fluttered through the lands, grasping hold of every crevice that had once been lighted with a golden splash had now been held captive in ebony. The moon hung above in a sliver, mocking those below with a crooked smile that never failed to taunt animals gazing up at it in its splendor. A faint light that was spared by the moon captured onto a moving a figure. It was a flare of white to flaw the black canvas that refused to be identical to the surroundings around it. The world that once held a radiant glow was now stifled, colors dulled to a faint black and yet there was something white in this environment. The figure moved at a leisurely pace, flickering in and out of the shadows that loomed around it, and waiting for their chance to destroy the blemish in the night scenery.
The world, despite the night claiming it, still roared with life. A waterfall glowing and brimming as it thundered with its sound, water colliding with water in a consistent cycle. The figure kept making its advances, also seemed to glow with the less than ethereal light above, causing it to look eerie. The female dawned in white could only look as if she were a figment of one’s imagination, a paranormal being, a restless spirit who refused to cross over into the light. Smoldering, metallic eyes of gold burst forth from the white coat, piercing through the night and focusing on the beauty that remained untouched.
The petite frame of the she-wolf looked as if with a gust of wind that she would shatter by its force. She looked delicate and fragile; some that wanted to covet and keep her locked away in their forces would find that those golden eyes would ignite with a passionate fire. With such colorful eyes, some identified it to rival the wild and untamable flame that would spread through the land rapidly to destroy all in its path. To find similarities in the small and delicate flower of a female to such a mighty inanimate object was silly, but the young wolf was fire manifested in the form of a wolf. Her quick temperament and easy ability to stir up chaos was similar to the ways of fire. She would leave nothing in her path but destruction and yet even she had redeeming qualities. Where fire could destroy various objects, it could also give the ability to let newer things to grow. Azaria could do just that. She could destroy someone beyond recognition and yet give them a new breath of life.
Her eyes flitted to the side, gazing at the waterfall with a pleasant smile. It turned out that this was the place where she could let her weary head down and find some peace. This entire place gave her serenity at the end of the day. Her mind could race with various thoughts but here, she could just drink in the stillness. She could relieve herself from whatever she encountered but lately nothing had happened, she had met no one since arriving here which disheartened the three year old considerably. She was sociable, eager to greet anyone that came her way, and yet she found herself alone. Her smile faltered slightly but she refused to give up hope. Someone else would have to come and enjoy all Mother Nature had to offer… Right?
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