06-16-2008, 08:35 PM
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AW, the border of the Quartz Shoreline and the Dampwoods.
It seemed like it had been raining for forever already. The dirt was soft and soggy all over the forest, and the leaves rustled and dripped with water now and again when birds landed and took off. Today, the sky was blanketed with a solid grey, and the air was cold. Low thunder rumbled in the distance at irregular intervals; it would rain again in the afternoon, most likely, but it was still only mid-morning. He found it somewhat odd though, that it should be raining so much, especially since a fire had ravaged the lands only months ago. Maybe it was penance. He'd lived through a flood before, but he didn't remember it very well anymore.
It was a pretentious peace that he had found because he didn't trust himself to judge his own thoughts anymore. Maybe he really had accepted everything; maybe not. The fact was that he was apathetic, and no one really ascended into apathy. They could only descend into it. Or walk sideways into it. Laruku walked along the edge of the forest and looked out into the ocean. It was a foreign and unfamiliar beach still, and still no desire to explore or know it gripped him. The waves were angry and high, smashing down on the shore like monsters, and then dragging their claws back, racking up all of the debris that they themselves had thrown onto the sand. It was hypnotic to watch, but it was also easy to hypnotize someone who wasn't really paying attention to anything else.
It seemed like it had been raining for forever already. The dirt was soft and soggy all over the forest, and the leaves rustled and dripped with water now and again when birds landed and took off. Today, the sky was blanketed with a solid grey, and the air was cold. Low thunder rumbled in the distance at irregular intervals; it would rain again in the afternoon, most likely, but it was still only mid-morning. He found it somewhat odd though, that it should be raining so much, especially since a fire had ravaged the lands only months ago. Maybe it was penance. He'd lived through a flood before, but he didn't remember it very well anymore.
It was a pretentious peace that he had found because he didn't trust himself to judge his own thoughts anymore. Maybe he really had accepted everything; maybe not. The fact was that he was apathetic, and no one really ascended into apathy. They could only descend into it. Or walk sideways into it. Laruku walked along the edge of the forest and looked out into the ocean. It was a foreign and unfamiliar beach still, and still no desire to explore or know it gripped him. The waves were angry and high, smashing down on the shore like monsters, and then dragging their claws back, racking up all of the debris that they themselves had thrown onto the sand. It was hypnotic to watch, but it was also easy to hypnotize someone who wasn't really paying attention to anything else.