Post by mooneyes on Jul 20, 2008 19:32:02 GMT -5
((because I should make myself more active, and any available threads are too far to make any kind of intro))
The soft twilight of dusk was the most prominent thing about this place; it settled over the grassy hills looking over the quiet little town down below; it colored the sea waters beyond in a soothing purple. The hills were riddled with tracks that crimson trains would pass by on day after day, hour after hour, to the waiting stations down below. At this particular time, for a train had just passed by, there was a considerable lull on the surrounding area, broken only by the faint breeze though the grasses, waiting for the next train to disturb the quiet.
The little pale yellow whelp relished this quiet, basked in it, and she allowed her body to relax in the grasses. Not just unleashing tension; she literally relaxed on the ground, becoming limp, letting each and every muscle of her body unclench, making it so much easier, so much easier, to feel the rhythm of the town below, and the hidden little things in the area; the music of a cicada, the thump of a bird's wings taking to the air. She allowed all of these things to course though her body, match this kind of tranquil rhythm, keep with it peacefully.
Namine liked this; it had been awhile since she could completely let go of her tension; it felt good that, for once, her heart wasn't pounding against her chest in fear. She allowed-- scratch that--she MADE herself try to forget about everything; the Organization; the years of them forcing her horrid gift to spring from her; those wolves, Marluxia and Larxene, those wolves who were behind it all--
And her ears were alert again, perked into the air, listening, looking out. Her tail twitched nervously, but Namine scowled to herself and tried, unsuccessfully, to to relax herself again. Perhaps it was for the better? What if she were visited by any kind of intruder, how would she, Namine, ever defend herself if she were as inattentive as a rag doll? So she allowed her ears to twitch around nervously; they would come in handy, maybe, for later.
But for now, Namine focused on putting herself back into a lull. She wouldn't let her past or fears catch up with her and ruin this perfect climate. Who knows; she might draw it later, with the right inspiration...
The soft twilight of dusk was the most prominent thing about this place; it settled over the grassy hills looking over the quiet little town down below; it colored the sea waters beyond in a soothing purple. The hills were riddled with tracks that crimson trains would pass by on day after day, hour after hour, to the waiting stations down below. At this particular time, for a train had just passed by, there was a considerable lull on the surrounding area, broken only by the faint breeze though the grasses, waiting for the next train to disturb the quiet.
The little pale yellow whelp relished this quiet, basked in it, and she allowed her body to relax in the grasses. Not just unleashing tension; she literally relaxed on the ground, becoming limp, letting each and every muscle of her body unclench, making it so much easier, so much easier, to feel the rhythm of the town below, and the hidden little things in the area; the music of a cicada, the thump of a bird's wings taking to the air. She allowed all of these things to course though her body, match this kind of tranquil rhythm, keep with it peacefully.
Namine liked this; it had been awhile since she could completely let go of her tension; it felt good that, for once, her heart wasn't pounding against her chest in fear. She allowed-- scratch that--she MADE herself try to forget about everything; the Organization; the years of them forcing her horrid gift to spring from her; those wolves, Marluxia and Larxene, those wolves who were behind it all--
And her ears were alert again, perked into the air, listening, looking out. Her tail twitched nervously, but Namine scowled to herself and tried, unsuccessfully, to to relax herself again. Perhaps it was for the better? What if she were visited by any kind of intruder, how would she, Namine, ever defend herself if she were as inattentive as a rag doll? So she allowed her ears to twitch around nervously; they would come in handy, maybe, for later.
But for now, Namine focused on putting herself back into a lull. She wouldn't let her past or fears catch up with her and ruin this perfect climate. Who knows; she might draw it later, with the right inspiration...
and don't worry about it Smores, this is just kinda here for free time)