04-29-2008, 08:31 PM
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((hey if you guys ever want new pictures to manip I have some if you wanna make a spring type layout or something. Just thought I would donate. Webshots Album))
<style="color:#768894">The sounds of knife on wood shifted into the morning sky as wood shavings fell like snow in the winter months. Memories of the major fire that erupted and destroyed homes were still lingering in the minds of the victims. Many were possibly lost on all sides, and mourning would last for some time. She had no one to mourn over. No one to look forward to coming home. No one in her life she deemed important. Her cream colored pelt matched the coloration of the wood shavings as she picked one of them up and looked upon its twisting ends. She could hear it. The screaming of the trees. The groans of the dying as they toppled over. And the roar of the beast that claimed them. The Wild Fire. It destroyed her home, her life, and her family. It was the cause of why she had no one left. It was the reason why she was alone. Why she had no siblings, no parents, no offspring. Even her mate had been engulfed in the flame along with their only son. She had no children. The knowledge of his death she knew, but she didn't believe it really. It would hit her hard soon enough. As she carved her flute, she chizled(sp?) away at the small piece of wood. She could have made a tin pipe, but she had no tin to work with, and she preferred the more woody sounding flutes compared to the sharp tones of the tin. Shrrp! Shrrp! Shrrp! The sounds echoed in her ears as she carved away. Her cream colored pelt that was still thick from the winters waved in the small breeze that rolled through as her golden optics carefully watched her movements with the knife in her hand. As she finished her third flute, she smiled. So far, she made one in the key of D, C and now A. She liked her flutes. It was a hobby she rather enjoyed. But she hated doing it alone. She liked to learn new things, and so far, she didn't have anyone to teach her anything. It would have been nice to meet some one who would be willing to teach her something.
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((hey if you guys ever want new pictures to manip I have some if you wanna make a spring type layout or something. Just thought I would donate. Webshots Album))
<style="color:#768894">The sounds of knife on wood shifted into the morning sky as wood shavings fell like snow in the winter months. Memories of the major fire that erupted and destroyed homes were still lingering in the minds of the victims. Many were possibly lost on all sides, and mourning would last for some time. She had no one to mourn over. No one to look forward to coming home. No one in her life she deemed important. Her cream colored pelt matched the coloration of the wood shavings as she picked one of them up and looked upon its twisting ends. She could hear it. The screaming of the trees. The groans of the dying as they toppled over. And the roar of the beast that claimed them. The Wild Fire. It destroyed her home, her life, and her family. It was the cause of why she had no one left. It was the reason why she was alone. Why she had no siblings, no parents, no offspring. Even her mate had been engulfed in the flame along with their only son. She had no children. The knowledge of his death she knew, but she didn't believe it really. It would hit her hard soon enough. As she carved her flute, she chizled(sp?) away at the small piece of wood. She could have made a tin pipe, but she had no tin to work with, and she preferred the more woody sounding flutes compared to the sharp tones of the tin. Shrrp! Shrrp! Shrrp! The sounds echoed in her ears as she carved away. Her cream colored pelt that was still thick from the winters waved in the small breeze that rolled through as her golden optics carefully watched her movements with the knife in her hand. As she finished her third flute, she smiled. So far, she made one in the key of D, C and now A. She liked her flutes. It was a hobby she rather enjoyed. But she hated doing it alone. She liked to learn new things, and so far, she didn't have anyone to teach her anything. It would have been nice to meet some one who would be willing to teach her something.
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