Post by Javian on Sept 28, 2005 7:08:01 GMT -5
((My computer wouldn't let me view any of the boards on the General forum, so I had to create an account before seeing that I should have auditioned first. Sorry 'bout that.
Oh, and this audition was actually a post I wrote on Darq Sapphire when I was on there...))
Bleak and hueless the gently rolling hills were as the singing of birds and scratching of small creatures were tuned out of Javian's head. Her audio was only able to pick up a silence so heavy that it pulsed, causing her auds to ravenously swivel on her dial as she padded over the dying grasses that groaned silent pleas for her to remove her weight from their stiff forms. The oaks themselves were bland with only varying shades of grey to creep along their sides and not an ounce of sweet scent to radiant from their proud and towering trunks.
Then, as the wolf gave a long and weary yawn and her eyes opened once more, the colors melted into her surroundings as if the color was a hot liquid butter being poured on a fluffy dinner roll. The rustic hues of the leaves ranging from bold scarlet to light mahogany and burnt sienna with a few random leaves of a soft and delicate fawn rustled restlessly in the breeze that swirled her own coat. The sky was a deepening indigo, the peach and golden rays that licked the dark void quickly retreating to the west horizon, and the crimson semi-circle sun even seemed to smile at Javian as it dipped completely behind one of the lolling hills before her. The evening suddenly was alive with noise for fox squirrels were angrily chattering at one another and somewhere in the spacious Green Dale a red-tailed hawk sounded a raspy screech to allow the world to know of its victory in a hunt.
"How could one know such peace exists?" the she wolf asked herself, stopping under one of the oaks, her back to the ancient looking bark of the trunk. Her gaze lingered on the creamy pink dome that was flowering from the west, slowly sinking into the hill that served as her horizon. It was like seeing the blossoming of a flower only backwards since it was being sucked into the emerald ground. It made her feel almost... happy. Javian, the aging she wolf of cold personality, had that one of a kind fuzzy feeling inside that she had not felt for years. "But aging I am not," she growled to herself stubbornly. "I hardly look an old flea bitten canine. If one ever occurs, a pack hunt would show them that ol' Javian will not retire so early!" An extremely rare genuine smile spread across her mug and she reclinded upon her haunches, still staring avidly at the sky.
The fatale watched as the moon began to reach its early zenith, growling contently at its half full form. The stars flecked the veil above, which was now an inky jet with the exception of a navy half corona in the west. "This is how it was supposed to be. I am not a Dark wolf, no thanks to myself though, and I am not Light as I had once intended. Neutral does seem so very right now, so now war and death feels ever so far away." It was then that she finally felt the years that she had lived, most of which had been spent carelessly. She had always ignored age, daring it to prove her wrong that she could stay fit and young forever. It had waited until she had let her guard down, and now she knew.
"Be it by arrogance or ignorance," she whispered softly, breaking her gaze to the heavens, "I shall not let that keep me from my duties. I am no different from three years ago... I shall show them that I can keep the hunt and parry any fang or claw as any other femora." She barred her gleaming ivories at the moon and allowed a malicious snarl to ring through the gale as she finished the personal vow. Of course it made no difference. Time was time and nothing or anything she said, vowed, or thought could change it. Knowing this, she laid her head upon her mitts as she folded onto the autumn grass and yawned shortly.
Oh, and this audition was actually a post I wrote on Darq Sapphire when I was on there...))
Bleak and hueless the gently rolling hills were as the singing of birds and scratching of small creatures were tuned out of Javian's head. Her audio was only able to pick up a silence so heavy that it pulsed, causing her auds to ravenously swivel on her dial as she padded over the dying grasses that groaned silent pleas for her to remove her weight from their stiff forms. The oaks themselves were bland with only varying shades of grey to creep along their sides and not an ounce of sweet scent to radiant from their proud and towering trunks.
Then, as the wolf gave a long and weary yawn and her eyes opened once more, the colors melted into her surroundings as if the color was a hot liquid butter being poured on a fluffy dinner roll. The rustic hues of the leaves ranging from bold scarlet to light mahogany and burnt sienna with a few random leaves of a soft and delicate fawn rustled restlessly in the breeze that swirled her own coat. The sky was a deepening indigo, the peach and golden rays that licked the dark void quickly retreating to the west horizon, and the crimson semi-circle sun even seemed to smile at Javian as it dipped completely behind one of the lolling hills before her. The evening suddenly was alive with noise for fox squirrels were angrily chattering at one another and somewhere in the spacious Green Dale a red-tailed hawk sounded a raspy screech to allow the world to know of its victory in a hunt.
"How could one know such peace exists?" the she wolf asked herself, stopping under one of the oaks, her back to the ancient looking bark of the trunk. Her gaze lingered on the creamy pink dome that was flowering from the west, slowly sinking into the hill that served as her horizon. It was like seeing the blossoming of a flower only backwards since it was being sucked into the emerald ground. It made her feel almost... happy. Javian, the aging she wolf of cold personality, had that one of a kind fuzzy feeling inside that she had not felt for years. "But aging I am not," she growled to herself stubbornly. "I hardly look an old flea bitten canine. If one ever occurs, a pack hunt would show them that ol' Javian will not retire so early!" An extremely rare genuine smile spread across her mug and she reclinded upon her haunches, still staring avidly at the sky.
The fatale watched as the moon began to reach its early zenith, growling contently at its half full form. The stars flecked the veil above, which was now an inky jet with the exception of a navy half corona in the west. "This is how it was supposed to be. I am not a Dark wolf, no thanks to myself though, and I am not Light as I had once intended. Neutral does seem so very right now, so now war and death feels ever so far away." It was then that she finally felt the years that she had lived, most of which had been spent carelessly. She had always ignored age, daring it to prove her wrong that she could stay fit and young forever. It had waited until she had let her guard down, and now she knew.
"Be it by arrogance or ignorance," she whispered softly, breaking her gaze to the heavens, "I shall not let that keep me from my duties. I am no different from three years ago... I shall show them that I can keep the hunt and parry any fang or claw as any other femora." She barred her gleaming ivories at the moon and allowed a malicious snarl to ring through the gale as she finished the personal vow. Of course it made no difference. Time was time and nothing or anything she said, vowed, or thought could change it. Knowing this, she laid her head upon her mitts as she folded onto the autumn grass and yawned shortly.
