Post by Burningwing on Jun 7, 2007 15:34:12 GMT -5
Here is an example of what I have been writing at another rp site;
Water lapped endlessly at the ancient shores of the marshlands. The water was cool, and light blue, carrying scents from over the lands. Smells of other wolves, other canines, pines rich with cones, maple leaves falling and sap running down the smooth bark of trees. Grass swaying over the prairies and rabbits with predators hot on their heels. The cattails swayed lazily in the wind, frogs croaking like a tree falling to the ground and ducks fluttering around crazily. The marsh was full of life, but all was quiet then. Lapping....lapping...lapping......the water soothed the soil and flecks of dirt swirled round before dropping noiselessly to the bottom. The leaves on a great willow lining the edge of the marsh, leaning over as if it was trying to sip the water up, stirred restlessly. The tall grasses fluttered in a haunting breeze that whispered through the dead trees, standing strait, though the wooden flesh fell like large hail into the silent pooling waters.
The willows branches parted, as a dark, dusk coloured wolf leaped carefully into the shallow pool of light blue water. He raised his head momentarily, before lowering it again to withdraw a long lap of water. It soothed his throat, which was dry as a desert from early summer, and droplets of the liquid dribbled down his white furred chest, matting a small area of it before dripping back into the water. He glanced across the marsh, the raven and crow feathers on his earrings flitting as if they were still on the birds that they had fallen from. Just as the wolf turned to leave, a distracting grunting moan echoed through the reeds. Growling softly, he lurched forward, his paw soaked and matted with splashes of water.
The raven.
It had found him again. Why couldn't it just leave him alone? Dusk was settling like the the rippling water of the pool he had just been in. The large, midnight bird was bobbing its head and crowing from it's perch in the middle of the marsh land, on top of a ancient old birch, leaves and bark fallen off it leaving it bare and naked. The wolf jerked his head to to side, snapping open his jaws to reveal rows of razor, sharpened fangs, black lining them. The bird ignored him, and flapped it's wings, night spreading around it as if it was a god to bring the dark. It's deep black eyes flashed into the wolves and he parted his jaws once more to let out a sigh. " Why?" He barked, his voice lowering to a whisper. " Why must you always follow me? Why can't you leave me alone for once!" He whipped around, his tail waving to the side like a branch, and he dived forward, paws hitting the shallow bottoms of the pools as he raced across the wetland.
Water lapped endlessly at the ancient shores of the marshlands. The water was cool, and light blue, carrying scents from over the lands. Smells of other wolves, other canines, pines rich with cones, maple leaves falling and sap running down the smooth bark of trees. Grass swaying over the prairies and rabbits with predators hot on their heels. The cattails swayed lazily in the wind, frogs croaking like a tree falling to the ground and ducks fluttering around crazily. The marsh was full of life, but all was quiet then. Lapping....lapping...lapping......the water soothed the soil and flecks of dirt swirled round before dropping noiselessly to the bottom. The leaves on a great willow lining the edge of the marsh, leaning over as if it was trying to sip the water up, stirred restlessly. The tall grasses fluttered in a haunting breeze that whispered through the dead trees, standing strait, though the wooden flesh fell like large hail into the silent pooling waters.
The willows branches parted, as a dark, dusk coloured wolf leaped carefully into the shallow pool of light blue water. He raised his head momentarily, before lowering it again to withdraw a long lap of water. It soothed his throat, which was dry as a desert from early summer, and droplets of the liquid dribbled down his white furred chest, matting a small area of it before dripping back into the water. He glanced across the marsh, the raven and crow feathers on his earrings flitting as if they were still on the birds that they had fallen from. Just as the wolf turned to leave, a distracting grunting moan echoed through the reeds. Growling softly, he lurched forward, his paw soaked and matted with splashes of water.
The raven.
It had found him again. Why couldn't it just leave him alone? Dusk was settling like the the rippling water of the pool he had just been in. The large, midnight bird was bobbing its head and crowing from it's perch in the middle of the marsh land, on top of a ancient old birch, leaves and bark fallen off it leaving it bare and naked. The wolf jerked his head to to side, snapping open his jaws to reveal rows of razor, sharpened fangs, black lining them. The bird ignored him, and flapped it's wings, night spreading around it as if it was a god to bring the dark. It's deep black eyes flashed into the wolves and he parted his jaws once more to let out a sigh. " Why?" He barked, his voice lowering to a whisper. " Why must you always follow me? Why can't you leave me alone for once!" He whipped around, his tail waving to the side like a branch, and he dived forward, paws hitting the shallow bottoms of the pools as he raced across the wetland.
