12-01-2009, 03:58 PM
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table by alli
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Perched on a large bolder, Gabriel looked no more out of place then the stone amongst the tall grass. On his lap a large and well-aged sketchbook sat. The pages had yellowed over the years, but it was something he treasured. This was the only one Gabriel had found intact, and he had carried it with him for well over two years. With a great speed, his left hand jotted over the paper, roughly drawing down the landscape before him. There was a small herd of deer out in the field below, aware of, but not yet startled by his presence.
That was, of course, until Gabriel sneeze loudly—jerking his pencil over the paper. The herd took off, and the Aquila frowned, frustrated. He looked down at the page, saw he had ruined it, and upset, tore the page out of the notebook. With an aggravated huff he crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the side. Now, without a subject, the charcoal-brushed male was without inspiration and left to sulk alone. Above him, the sky seemed to reflect his mood; though it had been raining, today had been sunny, with the faintest traces of an oncoming storm. Now, the sky was slowly filling with darker gray clouds, and the smell of rain was in the air.
That was, of course, until Gabriel sneeze loudly—jerking his pencil over the paper. The herd took off, and the Aquila frowned, frustrated. He looked down at the page, saw he had ruined it, and upset, tore the page out of the notebook. With an aggravated huff he crumpled it into a ball and threw it to the side. Now, without a subject, the charcoal-brushed male was without inspiration and left to sulk alone. Above him, the sky seemed to reflect his mood; though it had been raining, today had been sunny, with the faintest traces of an oncoming storm. Now, the sky was slowly filling with darker gray clouds, and the smell of rain was in the air.
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