Post by flantz on Jan 14, 2007 20:18:32 GMT -5
Chocolate brown cat sat, perched atop one of the larger graves that jut up from the hollow ground. Who said cemetarys were scary places? Try living in one. After that, nothing scares you. Even in the face of satin himself, nothing disturbs you, any longer.
With the stark blackness and crisp, cold air, a cemetary is not really the place to be hanging around in at night. Yeah, they all say that it's not dangerous. Why don't you go look for yourself.
Long, slender tail hung off of the grave, gently waving. Long fur ruffled with each passing gust of frigid wind. Today was particularly eerie.
A thick, dence fog clung around the hollow grounds like some sort of scary blanket, conforming to each curve. This is the kind of blanket you don't feel warm in.
The stench of death hung in the air, gloomy. Ever present. The perfect place for a rouge cat to call home. Plenty of privacy. Off in the distance was a faint ringing of bells from the docks of late-arriving boats. All around the cemetary were dots of yellow glow. The lamps from the community houses. Still, even with all this, it was still unsetteling.
Brown cat lept off his perch, onto the soft ground, landing on his feet. Upon arrival to the ground, a loud crunch was made as the feline stepped into a pile of crisp leaves.
Home.. Cat murmered, gazing around with glowy yellow eyes. It was all too quiet. There must be someone out there...
With the stark blackness and crisp, cold air, a cemetary is not really the place to be hanging around in at night. Yeah, they all say that it's not dangerous. Why don't you go look for yourself.
Long, slender tail hung off of the grave, gently waving. Long fur ruffled with each passing gust of frigid wind. Today was particularly eerie.
A thick, dence fog clung around the hollow grounds like some sort of scary blanket, conforming to each curve. This is the kind of blanket you don't feel warm in.
The stench of death hung in the air, gloomy. Ever present. The perfect place for a rouge cat to call home. Plenty of privacy. Off in the distance was a faint ringing of bells from the docks of late-arriving boats. All around the cemetary were dots of yellow glow. The lamps from the community houses. Still, even with all this, it was still unsetteling.
Brown cat lept off his perch, onto the soft ground, landing on his feet. Upon arrival to the ground, a loud crunch was made as the feline stepped into a pile of crisp leaves.
Home.. Cat murmered, gazing around with glowy yellow eyes. It was all too quiet. There must be someone out there...