January 07, 2016, 10:21 PM
(This post was last modified: January 07, 2016, 10:28 PM by Natascha.)
the damnable sun blazed brilliant gold from its celestial throne in the clear, azure sky overhead. unfortunately, not even a single cloud was in sight, the warmth only serving to crack the already parched, hard-packed sandstone of the badlands. it was certainly not a pretty sight.
nevertheless, there was a peculiar beauty to be found in the austere, deadlands that were redolent of the scents of curiosity and trepidation.
though there was little of interest to be seen in rocks, cracked ground and endless seas of shale and limestone. the only fault that could be foud in the land was simply how boring it appeared to be.
living creatures did not necessarily make any location interesting- but color did and there was a distinctive lack of color here. as though the earth itself had sucked the vibrant hues out. it wasn't as though such things actually concerned the wanderer- rather, they gave her something to think about.
the scents that faded from curiosity tinged with fear, to nearly nothing at all, informed Natascha that few others dared to roam these badlands, as though they feared such a place. though it could certainly become dangerous if one was without water for a prolonged time here. she could not see why anyone was truly scared of the place. there was absolutely nothing here. eyes scanned the horizon, searching. but for what? there to the east. a glint, like a mirror reflecting in the sun.
she trekked onward, going towards the curious thing. she stood there, transfixed by the glass though still guarded. she was lowered, weight shifted behind her, her head was near the ground as she observed, ears up. though she had been admiring the scenery, she was forever aware of her surroundings. never again would she be caught unaware. never again.
"Curiouser and curiouser?"
one paw would reach out to touch the smooth surface. nails scratching it's face. she peered deeper into the depths of molten sand. her nose touching the glass. flecks of color could be seen within, shimmering just under the surface. the glass, it had an unnatural glow. magic? brighter than it should have been given the time of day. it was slightly unnerving to her. a shudder ran along the course of her spine, an involuntary response to the eerie feel of the place. for things that should not be, but are.
nevertheless, there was a peculiar beauty to be found in the austere, deadlands that were redolent of the scents of curiosity and trepidation.
though there was little of interest to be seen in rocks, cracked ground and endless seas of shale and limestone. the only fault that could be foud in the land was simply how boring it appeared to be.
living creatures did not necessarily make any location interesting- but color did and there was a distinctive lack of color here. as though the earth itself had sucked the vibrant hues out. it wasn't as though such things actually concerned the wanderer- rather, they gave her something to think about.
the scents that faded from curiosity tinged with fear, to nearly nothing at all, informed Natascha that few others dared to roam these badlands, as though they feared such a place. though it could certainly become dangerous if one was without water for a prolonged time here. she could not see why anyone was truly scared of the place. there was absolutely nothing here. eyes scanned the horizon, searching. but for what? there to the east. a glint, like a mirror reflecting in the sun.
she trekked onward, going towards the curious thing. she stood there, transfixed by the glass though still guarded. she was lowered, weight shifted behind her, her head was near the ground as she observed, ears up. though she had been admiring the scenery, she was forever aware of her surroundings. never again would she be caught unaware. never again.
"Curiouser and curiouser?"
one paw would reach out to touch the smooth surface. nails scratching it's face. she peered deeper into the depths of molten sand. her nose touching the glass. flecks of color could be seen within, shimmering just under the surface. the glass, it had an unnatural glow. magic? brighter than it should have been given the time of day. it was slightly unnerving to her. a shudder ran along the course of her spine, an involuntary response to the eerie feel of the place. for things that should not be, but are.
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All we are is Broken glass - by Natascha - January 07, 2016, 10:21 PM
RE: All we are is Broken glass - by Natascha - January 08, 2016, 06:38 PM