Post by hybrid on Aug 6, 2012 13:52:43 GMT -5
Strands of lace-like cloud frolicked about, slashing the heavens subtly as the pallid swirls they were. Composing a striking portrait they were, alabaster scraping vivid cerulean glinting amid the fading luminiscence of the sunshine which smoldered so faintly; surrendered to the consumption of darkness which was swiftly to annihilate. A ghastly glimmer lie drizzled deftly upon the massive expanse of scabrous terrain swelling beneath. Mirrored upon her visionaries was the image of the clestial realm drifting above, observed in astonishment as the first of stars began to shatter the serenity of the heavenly cloak, most often having been pure ebony in hue. The lass, poised at a standstill stood transfixed by the bewitching spectacle for moments that ceased so rapidly. Thrushwing stood, by now bathed heavily with the ashen shimmer of moonshine casting a brilliant glow upon her honey pelt. Her voids pierced through the gloom in radiance of steeled silver matching the tint of the moonlight itself. Lithe paws lifted her slender form into a briskly paced sprint, soundlessly stepping through the forest shadows. Tree trunks spun skyward in dizzyingly sky-scraping, lithe limbs of the trees sprawled out to mottle the tough-set earth with a myriad of light & shadow. She rushed through the land of Forestclan, scented lushly of crisp earth, delightfully plentiful prey, and clanmates. Yet, they were the very last thing prominent within her mind, enough cats had she encountered to know better that she'd have to step up a bit of a battle; certainly simple as all others had been. In her mind, peril had been devoured by the delight encountered within as wind whipped fiercely at her flanks, hurling cascades of orange and white fur to whirl with the breeze. Oh, what bliss such simplicity could bring, the sheer jubilee of stepping through the wilderness, the pure joy of being. . .free. Free, with not a care in the world, to let the world speed away & with the power to run to reach the end of the world. What could be better? To the she cat, nothing like this. "And who's gonna stop me? I could run forever."
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Muse: Bleh. 6/10 I know...it could be better.
OOC: She's having a little fun. But it has to stop. She can't just go on like this forever, trampling about some stranger kitteh's territory x3
anyway, I'd like to see who's gonna come ruin all the fun? c;