Coding by Sie.

Let's see how long Eclipse can go without being squished! Kinda short. :/

It was eerily...pretty. The way the sunlight hit the flower filled field highlighting it in a pale yellow glow turning into a creepy wonderland. The air was still, thick with the smell of tobacco and heavy with history holding the stories of those buried beneath. Graves were crumbling slowly being consumed by the wildflowers as they tangled and twisted themselves around the stone in a sad display of survival. It was a bittersweet view, like a silent play, a battle. Who'd win and who'd lose? Will the plants outlive the stone or will the graves withstand time like they already have?

Soft sounds of moving brush filled the air as the grey giant moved about feet moving over and away from anything that looked or he deemed precious, which was almost everything in sight. The sharp smell of natural growing herb along with the still bitter chill of winter filled his lungs as he exhaled taking in as much as his chest cold hold before releasing it. It was a quiet, calm day much like it was everyday since joining Anathema. It was something the shy young male could get use to.

The area came off quite relaxing to him, although a bit creepy nonetheless still relaxing and was also very nice to look it. In fact he could probably spend days on end wandering the place and always find something new, it was just that good to him. Being able to get in fresh air was nice, too, as the underground could get a bit stuffy at times. Another deep inhale followed by a slightly noisy exhale. A very fine day indeed and he hoped there were more to come filling his life with simple days, just like he wanted.

Coding by Sie.

I have a little disease called laziness, you may have heard of it. Makes people do stuff later than they should.

Between the time he had putted about the area and when the little voice piped up he had taken to pulling out weeds out from the graves chucking them as far away from them as he could. He hadn't a clue why he was doing such it was was just that they looked so pitiful in his eyes as they were being consumed by nature, the lost should be respected not covered and hidden. Besides, was not this a part of history? Beneath these stone signs were the remains of a race long gone, shouldn't something of history be respected? So he continued pulling the weeds from the bases and ripping the vines of little flowers growing up the stone.

He'd likely regret this later all this pulling and tugging, but for now he was somewhat enjoying this unneeded little task. A soft smile started to form across his lips, okay, he was enjoying this too much! After he pulled the last bit of the flowers off he dusted the top of the grave off with his hand, how many more after this? Hopefully not a lot more or so he thought, but as he looked about he started to second think this task seeing all the gravestones. As a young high pitched, loud voice squeaked out he totally lost train of thought and straightened up from crouching over looking over at the little girl.

Just hearing the voice one could tell the bottle was just a child and with that any sort of whacky thought of the other harming him went away, after all how could a child possibly harm someone? They were too innocent and kind. An amused snort whistled out his nose, bold and brave children were never scared to ask a single question. He quite envied that trait. So he wouldn't have to yell Kase moved forward closing the gap between him and the puppy, but left plenty of room in case she decided to turn tail and head home.

"I could say the same of you, haven't your parents taught you not to talk to strangers? I could be the big bad wolf for all you know."

For once in a while there was no stutter and he felt triumphant about that. A brief smile crossed his face again, his mother lived by that stranger rule and for a while he did, too. The smile settled back on his face and stayed as he watched the child. Who knew there'd even be someone out here let alone a pup?