Burne Starcofski
The RPG Wanderer & Ghost
- 491
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 35
- Inside of my Mind...
- Seen Jan 9, 2006
(Wow, big posts and lots of tiny text...)
The songs reflected of the old, rough, tree trunks. The Sparrows providing a harmonious ambience, the Mockingbirds providing a soft background. Through the thick Evergreen canopy, light traced an outline of the leaves across the Forest Floor, like reversed clouds of light. The multitude of colors that painted the flower petals began to shine in the rising solar light. As the bright circle arked higher into the sky, the light began to trace the outline of a sleeping, green, giant. As it completed it's outline, the beast gave a stir, then unfurled outward, stretching in the morning light. As it's head emerged, the eyes opened to be a deep Emerald, the pupils adjusting to the soft glow.
"Morning already?" it grumbled, shaking off the early dew and muscle stiffness.
The songs reflected of the old, rough, tree trunks. The Sparrows providing a harmonious ambience, the Mockingbirds providing a soft background. Through the thick Evergreen canopy, light traced an outline of the leaves across the Forest Floor, like reversed clouds of light. The multitude of colors that painted the flower petals began to shine in the rising solar light. As the bright circle arked higher into the sky, the light began to trace the outline of a sleeping, green, giant. As it completed it's outline, the beast gave a stir, then unfurled outward, stretching in the morning light. As it's head emerged, the eyes opened to be a deep Emerald, the pupils adjusting to the soft glow.
"Morning already?" it grumbled, shaking off the early dew and muscle stiffness.