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Post by sahara «« on Apr 18, 2013 14:13:19 GMT -5
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[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [atrb=style, width:500px; border-top: solid 5px #D916D0, bTable] [atrb=style, background-color: #111111; border-bottom: solid 5px #D916D0, btable]Tendrils of radiance spilled from above, gliding, whirling, subtly spiraling into the streams of prancing zephyrs which so lingered, engaging the atmosphere with the luxury of a pleasant chill. The heat which embraced the harshness of night, ever so slightly smothered the senses with its grasp, although the clash of night air cast just the right equilibrium for oneself to delight. Newleaf was this, a time of harmony, an era of rebirth, a season in which all things flourish. The thoughts flickered about as fickle flames within the mind of Ashensky, stirred by the wind of her own amusement.
To falter in focus, orbs of rose flicked about with a boundless purpose, moonlit streams cast a reflection within themselves, more so enhancing the effect of dreamy pondering upon the feline's expression. The fashion in which she never quite seemed to be there, an element which would always cling to Ashensky as she gazed leisurely into the heavens of countless stars which glinted so ardently in exchange to the apparent distant lethargy which she expressed. Still standing before the entrance to her abode, there she was, the rumble of bleary snores and rhythmic breaths of a dreaming clan cast an echo, a serene melody to softly swiveling ears.
The lass sighed, with a swish of of a plume like tail continued to take in the tranquility of her resting colleagues. Swindling a glance up high into the moonlit sky, she thought of how swiftly the coming of night seemed to summon such peace that would never come in the midst of daylight. Lifting her bodice from a sitting position, Ashensky ambled forth from her pedestal before the medicine den, her pawsteps casting a thud so slight versus the earthiness beneath, her pallid paws soon to acquire a sublime sheen of filth. Past the dens, padding lithely as would a spirit, she wove to the rims of the camp's confines. The girl slid past a cluster of bushes to perceive an ample view of the lake which sprawled out ahead.
For once, she stood rather transfixed by the simple splendor of it all. How it lie so still, the water withheld by the lake without a ripple to mar its shine. With the moonlight itself to bathe its surface, the water gleams silver at its lightest of caresses. Yet if one were to gaze beyond this beauty, one were to see the silence within the deep shadows lurking moreover. The night most definitely possessed an aura to differ from day, yet was there something slightly mournful within itself? It seemed so...lonesome if one were to think. What might lie within those shadows? Empty echoes perhaps, distant memories. How is one to know? And so she continues to gaze into the obscurity.
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Perhaps not the best of endings, I had to finish in a bit of a rush. But here it is, my first post. ^-^
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