Post by Skyline on Apr 10, 2009 19:51:32 GMT -5
The anemic sky, blocked hardly by thick boughs of foliage. Dial, raised to the heavens. Shrill melodies, emmitted from the maw. The caverns. Rumbling with song. Happiness. Thoughts in his box drew to the conclusion his world was at peace. He was a heaven seeker. Proud to show his caring side. His curved his crest. Allowing the tendrils to catch the breeze. Encouraging them to dance softly. Draging at the skin of his neck. Threatening to draw blood. His whiplash. Brushing agianst the hocks. His long, porcelin stilts. Carrying the bodice over the grounds of the realm. He enetered the lights hang out and waited. His song still flowing from his caverns. His melodic chords intwining themselves in the nooks of the domain. he stood. Cess pools shut. Mind resting. Gently sleeping under the shadows of a large tree. Awaiting the company of another.