01-23-2009, 04:05 AM
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OOC: Open to anyone. Pendzez needs to be more active.
WC: 300+
IC:
Evening has come along the coast of Quartz Shoreline. The sun with it's majestic beauty was setting in the backround, sparkling the light unto the ocean water. The water glittered with the solar's beauty. The breeze blew gently from the north with the ocean liquid forming tiny ripples of waves going in the same direction. Winter seemed to be more peaceful and quiet in the evening of the days. Since winter has been here, snow covered the fields into a winter wonderland. The rivers were even frozen along the top, making it perfect for skating along the lakes. Most of the animals were away hibernating with food collected to last the winter.
Along the sandy shore were rocks that littered the back. There was a dock extending out, not far from the shore. The wooden floor seemed to be old, but strong. At the end of the dock sat a white pelted wolf, looking out into the sunset. Rested upon his left hand was a butterfly with blue wings. The butterfly was actually a spirit, that he was blessed with at birth, in the form of a butterfly. This was just one of them. The blue wings represented might, which is what this particular insect represented, which could also be shown by the pattern of it's wings. These butterflies were known as Spirit Butterflies. Pendzez was blessed with four.
The other three were resting upon his shoulders, all looking out into the sunset. Pendzez seemed to be troubles about something like something was on his mind. He just shook his head while lifting his left hand up, looking at the blue insect. "What am I to do?" He then jerked his head to the others, switching his view from shoulder to shoulder. "Well?" The insects didn't really do much. They just looked away then back to the wolf. Pendzez seemed disappointed that they could think of anything, well, it's not normal for a wolf to speak to butterflies, even they are spirits in butterfly form.
OOC: Open to anyone. Pendzez needs to be more active.
WC: 300+
IC:
Evening has come along the coast of Quartz Shoreline. The sun with it's majestic beauty was setting in the backround, sparkling the light unto the ocean water. The water glittered with the solar's beauty. The breeze blew gently from the north with the ocean liquid forming tiny ripples of waves going in the same direction. Winter seemed to be more peaceful and quiet in the evening of the days. Since winter has been here, snow covered the fields into a winter wonderland. The rivers were even frozen along the top, making it perfect for skating along the lakes. Most of the animals were away hibernating with food collected to last the winter.
Along the sandy shore were rocks that littered the back. There was a dock extending out, not far from the shore. The wooden floor seemed to be old, but strong. At the end of the dock sat a white pelted wolf, looking out into the sunset. Rested upon his left hand was a butterfly with blue wings. The butterfly was actually a spirit, that he was blessed with at birth, in the form of a butterfly. This was just one of them. The blue wings represented might, which is what this particular insect represented, which could also be shown by the pattern of it's wings. These butterflies were known as Spirit Butterflies. Pendzez was blessed with four.
The other three were resting upon his shoulders, all looking out into the sunset. Pendzez seemed to be troubles about something like something was on his mind. He just shook his head while lifting his left hand up, looking at the blue insect. "What am I to do?" He then jerked his head to the others, switching his view from shoulder to shoulder. "Well?" The insects didn't really do much. They just looked away then back to the wolf. Pendzez seemed disappointed that they could think of anything, well, it's not normal for a wolf to speak to butterflies, even they are spirits in butterfly form.