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dropping glasses just to hear them break - Artemis - July 14, 2020
dying sunbeams paint the canyon all manner of shades, matched only by the riotous colours strewn haphazardously across the heavens. the sunset tonight is unusually violent; the myriad of reds and golds that make of the woman's pelt almost dull in comparison.
it seems, muses the sunstruck as she paces along a creek that even itself seems alit with vivid glow, that she has found the claim of the mountainous brute; @Donovan Azura. tailtip flicks as she pauses in her step, drinking deeply from the fast-flowing waters, golden gaze settled on the red rock as it drops down before her.
RE: dropping glasses just to hear them break - Kynareth Deagon - July 14, 2020
His paws step step step through the crimson sand. Spending enough time in these arid lands has almost given his pelt a permanent red hue. The fine particles of dust easily collecting on his striped pelt. He pads through the desert, bordering the edge of a shallow stream that he’s been following. The sunset is so vibrant. A purple haze settles over the land, combined with the red clay, it becomes a vivid, hot pink. Beautiful. He doesn’t regret moving here. Even the water is tinged an unusual color that’s just as pleasing to the eyes as the rest of the horizon.
As his eyes follow the stream, his eyes land on something else that’s beautiful, but it isn’t the horizon. Instantly he recognizes that riveting red pelt, the female that he met a few days ago with eyes much like his own.
Easily, he saunters up to her. Not at all trying to be sneaky, his paws throw up small puffs of dust as he stops before her and tilts his head in amusement. “Evening, dear.” He greets. “A familiar face around these parts is nice to see.”