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Topic: nightmare on ELM STREET! /open (Read 81 times)
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nightmare on ELM STREET! /open « Thread Started on Aug 18, 2008, 9:26pm »
Blackness, it was in his mind's eye and clogging the drain of his brain pan, thoughts of sinister content lay dormant and quiet. Flying by him was the spread dark tree trunks ridged and twisting in grotesque pain, scarred by Father Time and ravaged by Mother Nature. Mysterious shrouds of abyss cloaked him as an enigma, a marauder - none other than a midnight wraith. Camouflaged was he, in a peltage of shadows - the same shades bestowed 'pon his stalking body as its sleekness slipped unbeknown betwixt the towering trees. Unfurling 'round his mug came the draconic plumes of feathers, carbons escaping rimmed nares, drenching his facade in freelancing smoke. Oculus were illuminated faintly with vermilion embers in a fire doused with docility.
The apocalyptic skies, tinted with scarlet, were blocked out by the thick and tightly knit dome of branches that hovered over him, though that was all about to change. No longer did the canopy rise in unsurpassed heights above his bodice. It broke pattern and thinned, no longer as clumped and confined as would have been expected. Mist swirled at his serrated appendages, disembodying him to such an extent he seemed to float over the ground instead of collected swish, swish of flight. Leaf litter fallen from fall's brisk wind swept underfoot and muffled his wing beats that graced the rotting debris that tainted the forest floor.
Up ahead, as his eyes had begun to adjust to the dimness of the wood, he spotted a timbered tree. He judged it to be about four feet high, but slender instead of girthy. His pointed ears pricked forth at the challenge presented before him. His effortless strides lengthened as he flattened towards the ground to gain speed; to become more aerodynamic. As far as it had seemed when he had first seen it, those elongated flights gobbled up the turf like some insatiable monster. the felled log now looming only a handful of strides before him.
Adrenaline seemed to sprout from every muscle as he used his powerful wings to launch himself higher. He was airborne, soaring with the grace of a hawk or other avian. He collected his long wings above his torso and soared freely, enjoying the feeling of flight. But all too soon the ground was becoming closer, closer. In the nick of time he extended his legs and landed perfectly, the bed of leafy underbrush absorbing the shock of the impact. He crouched on all fours, landing also in the same manner, picking up where they left off as if the tree had never crossed his path.
Folding his wings and carrying on, he slowly and gradually deccelerated to a quick trot. The two beatings of a rhythmic voice echoed throughout the forest, reverberating off of trunks, telling of his coming. He was a warrior. He bore the scars that symbolized everyone who had fallen before him. He was not at the--
Kite awoke, blinking dark orbs. He gasped for air, paws clutching the ground. No wings. No fighting. No bloodshed. What a horrible nightmare, he thought as he came to his feet, ignoring the shudders in his limbs. He groaned and ran a tongue through his hair, staring outside the fallen log he had slept in outside. The moon was out, about a third full. His orbs dimmed as he turned away from it, walking towards his log to grab his half-eaten vole to compose himself. The commander soon made his way towards his door. His paw rested on the gray bark. He suddenly realized his dishevelled look and sighed, turning to go back into his den and go groom his hair and eat to at least look appropriate. He figured he should probably go back to camp but he still had to finish his patrol for CelestialClan.
The temperatures have reached pleasant heights, and usually hang around 75 through much of the day. Spring is officially in full swing now. Prey has returned into a stable point, and hunting is much easier.
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The temperatures have reached pleasant heights, and usually hang around 75 through much of the day. Spring is officially in full swing now. Prey has returned into a stable point, and hunting is much easier.
