07-25-2008, 04:44 PM
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Kris! 
Ignore the cheesy title... and the cheesy thread. wc: 396
It was the light fringes of what the previous rain had to offer. It had been a few days since Khaden had that weird lust to wander again for multiple different reasons, and for some odd reason, it came back at full force. So Khaden had left particularly early that morning from the Haven Manor to travel the same route that he had done before when he met the Stormbringer girl. Up through the Shiloh Hills, between the lines of Ethereal Eclipse and Shattered Coast before truly making an effort to go to the human memorial of Halifax. As the darkness of the early morning seemed to wither away to more brilliant colors that tinged and highlighted the immense clouds, Khaden flickered his sight towards the horizon as he settled into a good timely pace.
It had been less than a night since the last little rainstorm that the 'Souls lands encountered, and the storm clouds had lingered stubbornly in the heavens above threatening the inhabitants of the world below with rain if they so choose it. But Khaden didn't feel that the clouds were so menacing and in fact, he frolicked in the gray atmosphere, feeling as if the rain had served to wash away and clean up the territories around him. He had no doubt that the country would experience some scattered showers here and there amongst the lands, and for all he could care, the rain could happen right then and there because as he saw it right now, he had found his ultimate treasure.
Slate silhouettes of buildings and urban life seemed to sprawl everywhere, but as far as Khaden was concerned, his adventures had already taken him to his destination. The suburban house afore him was interesting enough. Once meticulously cut and kept grass seemed to have taken over and bled over an immense dirt filled garden. It seemed so natural to him, the feel of dirt under his ebony paw. Taking a glance to the left, a glance to the right, Khaden pushed past the peeling white picket fence and dipped his nose softly into the muddy mixture. He grinned, feeling as it mushed beneath him, churning with a satisfying, if not disgusting squelching sound. Feeling the smirk widen, he flipped his body down onto the ground, covering himself with the sticky, slimy stuff.
Ignore the cheesy title... and the cheesy thread. wc: 396It was the light fringes of what the previous rain had to offer. It had been a few days since Khaden had that weird lust to wander again for multiple different reasons, and for some odd reason, it came back at full force. So Khaden had left particularly early that morning from the Haven Manor to travel the same route that he had done before when he met the Stormbringer girl. Up through the Shiloh Hills, between the lines of Ethereal Eclipse and Shattered Coast before truly making an effort to go to the human memorial of Halifax. As the darkness of the early morning seemed to wither away to more brilliant colors that tinged and highlighted the immense clouds, Khaden flickered his sight towards the horizon as he settled into a good timely pace.
It had been less than a night since the last little rainstorm that the 'Souls lands encountered, and the storm clouds had lingered stubbornly in the heavens above threatening the inhabitants of the world below with rain if they so choose it. But Khaden didn't feel that the clouds were so menacing and in fact, he frolicked in the gray atmosphere, feeling as if the rain had served to wash away and clean up the territories around him. He had no doubt that the country would experience some scattered showers here and there amongst the lands, and for all he could care, the rain could happen right then and there because as he saw it right now, he had found his ultimate treasure.
Slate silhouettes of buildings and urban life seemed to sprawl everywhere, but as far as Khaden was concerned, his adventures had already taken him to his destination. The suburban house afore him was interesting enough. Once meticulously cut and kept grass seemed to have taken over and bled over an immense dirt filled garden. It seemed so natural to him, the feel of dirt under his ebony paw. Taking a glance to the left, a glance to the right, Khaden pushed past the peeling white picket fence and dipped his nose softly into the muddy mixture. He grinned, feeling as it mushed beneath him, churning with a satisfying, if not disgusting squelching sound. Feeling the smirk widen, he flipped his body down onto the ground, covering himself with the sticky, slimy stuff.