Post by vincent on Nov 10, 2009 18:26:50 GMT -5
Haggard, decrepit branches, consumed by the cloak of night that drenched the land in darkness, flooding through the shattered forest like wildfire, leered intrepidly over the hunched form who placed himself conspicuously in the clearing.
The dirt on which the Knight sat soiled his partially grey pelt, his head hung low, piercing azure eyes closed in thought. His tail curled daintily around his hind legs, and his wilting maw twitched occasionally as a fresh scent wafted past. In the sky the moon hung like a great circular goddess, drowning the night in a silvery light, her radiance incomparable and unmatched. The little lanterns at her sides glistened only minorly in comparison.
"CAWWWWW"
Ebony ears pricked as the deathly cry of a hovering raven, quietly and auspiciously surveying the landscape and the timber wolf that sat upon them, surprised the unsuspecting character. Vincent's muzzle curled in revolt, and he spat into the air through his teeth.
"Damn things", he muttered inaudibly.
He despised interuptions; they only slowed his work down, inhibited his progress ... made him late. Vincent loved the night; he adored it. It brought seclusion, and with this isolation he could make further progress, with fewer interuptions. These lands were dangerous, and few dared to venture into the depths of the land at these hours. He selected his spot carefully; it was surrounded by foliage, making gaining access a difficulty for one thing.
The more avoided he was, the more content he was.
Vincent raised his head slowly, deep, penetrating blue eyes piercing the night. Twitch, twitch. Someone was close; he could sense it. There must have been. Footsteps, husky breaths ... a heartbeat. The silence amplified every single sound. The Knight creased his muzzle ever so slightly, preparing to intercept this new foe. He rose to his feet labouriously, eyes focused and attentive, tail level but tense, watching and waiting for this challenger to appear.
He would not provoke nor discourage a reaction; just wait.
The dirt on which the Knight sat soiled his partially grey pelt, his head hung low, piercing azure eyes closed in thought. His tail curled daintily around his hind legs, and his wilting maw twitched occasionally as a fresh scent wafted past. In the sky the moon hung like a great circular goddess, drowning the night in a silvery light, her radiance incomparable and unmatched. The little lanterns at her sides glistened only minorly in comparison.
"CAWWWWW"
Ebony ears pricked as the deathly cry of a hovering raven, quietly and auspiciously surveying the landscape and the timber wolf that sat upon them, surprised the unsuspecting character. Vincent's muzzle curled in revolt, and he spat into the air through his teeth.
"Damn things", he muttered inaudibly.
He despised interuptions; they only slowed his work down, inhibited his progress ... made him late. Vincent loved the night; he adored it. It brought seclusion, and with this isolation he could make further progress, with fewer interuptions. These lands were dangerous, and few dared to venture into the depths of the land at these hours. He selected his spot carefully; it was surrounded by foliage, making gaining access a difficulty for one thing.
The more avoided he was, the more content he was.
Vincent raised his head slowly, deep, penetrating blue eyes piercing the night. Twitch, twitch. Someone was close; he could sense it. There must have been. Footsteps, husky breaths ... a heartbeat. The silence amplified every single sound. The Knight creased his muzzle ever so slightly, preparing to intercept this new foe. He rose to his feet labouriously, eyes focused and attentive, tail level but tense, watching and waiting for this challenger to appear.
He would not provoke nor discourage a reaction; just wait.