Post by assira on Sept 5, 2011 12:20:48 GMT -8
It had once been a place of greatness, pertaining to both this land and the looming mass before her. Verdain observed the leaning wood and bemoaning stone with the usual dignity. She enjoyed the shape of this ancient place. Shaped by humanity, it was the wind that truly chose its form. Years of defying the breeze still ended in the rocks’ crumbling down. The compacted pillars were hers to command and the open field was a relief to the lungs as fresh zephyrs bore down upon her. The thick woods were home, but often drank up wind before it could reach her lovely form. She drank in the untainted freshness for a few deep breaths. The coming of fall had given the breeze a lightness that was reveled in. It was a promise of an ending to the heat. Stalks of grass could now once more produce chlorophyll without the baking heat to hinder. Power swirl, pressing against that oh so lovely face of hers. It was an appeal, a suggestion that beseeched approval. Gifts occasionally came with their own will. As such, a few rare opportunities could be pointed out. It was with the gentleness associated with Mother Nature that Verdain sent a thrum of energy outward. Loose cobbles and fallen stones could be felt beneath the soil. Hidden by eyes of the ignorant they had waited to be set to purpose once more. She was an old hand at such things, having practiced for most of her time in this place. Slowly the sluggish earth peeled away ad she set to rebuilding. As a child playing with legos, she worked for some time. It took a great deal of concentration to piece the puzzle together. Limber muscles soon shook, displaying the internal strain. Tremors left dust floating to be swept away by the air element.
Time lapsed and dusk began to crawl towards the brilliant sun. She settled herself to the ground, luxuriating in the feel of the earth’s pleasure as it felt along the lady’s belly. Dark talons folded inward and she prepared to rest
Word count: 350
Ooc: not much in length, but hopefully something to start us off with.
Time lapsed and dusk began to crawl towards the brilliant sun. She settled herself to the ground, luxuriating in the feel of the earth’s pleasure as it felt along the lady’s belly. Dark talons folded inward and she prepared to rest
Word count: 350
Ooc: not much in length, but hopefully something to start us off with.