Post by Tasá on Jan 19, 2005 17:02:58 GMT -5
*the weak rays of Fenris's glare shone down from the pallid winter sky, the light did nothing to warm the winter-fused lands. the sky - a sickly pale blue - was strewn with grey clouds that moved lazily about as the wind moved their immense mass. the chill wind created more nuisance down on the cold earth. snow was bunched up beneath thickets and patterned with animal tracks and carved into drifts by the ravaging wind that set a chill in the bones of any lera that ventured out into the cold day. the chill force pulled at the bare branches of the skeletal trees, that stood, unable to flee from the torment of the bullying wind.
in the side of a looming mountain - which was a bystander to the tree's pain - a dark hole lurked, tunneling back deep into the mountain, it was a labyrinth of tunnels; a maze for all lera to venture needlessly into it, and to forget their way. also, it was rumoured to be the abode of a ferocious bear. but in the dark murk of the cave, an old kerl lay jsut within the shadows, her crossed forepaws that held a bone propped upright were about a tails length from the line of light that the kerl so avoided. the bone her paws held propped up she knawed on senselessly. her sharp yellowing teeth making dints in it and making strange biting, chomping and scraping noises as she thoughtlessly chewed.
if one had such an eye as was able to pierce the thick shadows that lingered in the putrid air of the cave - that eye would be able to closely examine this seemingly old kerl.
Tasá was excruciably thin - with the appearance of a walking corpse, she did not seem like the most intimidating varg in this earth. but things are not always what they appear to be. this kerl had been through much, and come out all the stronger. her light greyish brown fur was flecked with mud and grime and parted only by a multitude of scars that covered her entire body. her wiry, bristly and bitten tail slowly brushed back and forth over the solid cold stone floor, and her dark glittering eyes, opened wide, stared out of the mouth of the cave. again and again her whitened muzzle clamped down upon the old bone. her fragmented mine totally numbed by this task fo biting and knawing it barely recognised the scents she was smelling. there was another varg coming. but Tasá never moved an inch. bit and knaw, bite and knaw. continuously, over and over. it was the only thing occupying her dark mind at that precise moment. why worry about a varg that may or may not come to bother her today?*
in the side of a looming mountain - which was a bystander to the tree's pain - a dark hole lurked, tunneling back deep into the mountain, it was a labyrinth of tunnels; a maze for all lera to venture needlessly into it, and to forget their way. also, it was rumoured to be the abode of a ferocious bear. but in the dark murk of the cave, an old kerl lay jsut within the shadows, her crossed forepaws that held a bone propped upright were about a tails length from the line of light that the kerl so avoided. the bone her paws held propped up she knawed on senselessly. her sharp yellowing teeth making dints in it and making strange biting, chomping and scraping noises as she thoughtlessly chewed.
if one had such an eye as was able to pierce the thick shadows that lingered in the putrid air of the cave - that eye would be able to closely examine this seemingly old kerl.
Tasá was excruciably thin - with the appearance of a walking corpse, she did not seem like the most intimidating varg in this earth. but things are not always what they appear to be. this kerl had been through much, and come out all the stronger. her light greyish brown fur was flecked with mud and grime and parted only by a multitude of scars that covered her entire body. her wiry, bristly and bitten tail slowly brushed back and forth over the solid cold stone floor, and her dark glittering eyes, opened wide, stared out of the mouth of the cave. again and again her whitened muzzle clamped down upon the old bone. her fragmented mine totally numbed by this task fo biting and knawing it barely recognised the scents she was smelling. there was another varg coming. but Tasá never moved an inch. bit and knaw, bite and knaw. continuously, over and over. it was the only thing occupying her dark mind at that precise moment. why worry about a varg that may or may not come to bother her today?*
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