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Date Posted: 21:48:39 04/17/03 Thu
In reply to:
Enchancee
's message, "() April Showers Bring May Flowers ()" on 21:31:47 04/17/03 Thu
That rope tightened, and cracked as a whip to snap the male into his blurred sentances. Where ya been, bud. She's not were you are.
Out of la-la land. Be yourself.
With an increased clarity in his artic eyes, he looked to her momentarily before lowering his head to the crisp pool. Head raised, cerulean orbs scanned the columns of light dashing fleetingly through the sylvan enviornment. Sitting back, the air was taken in without hesitation, letting out with slow amiability. No where to be, nothing important to do. He could sit here all day and just watch.
Snap out of it softy.
There was a fine line the King had to draw between the life of a blissfully sick but interested pup or a the macabre atmosphere of King. He had never truely had a childhood; his juvinile years had been fleeting and blurred, the clock sped up to get him through what the reasonable would deem unimportant.
But to him, it was.
He'd never been able to simply admire; and he took this brief opportunity to do so. Wistful arbors, streatching toward the sun in a silent race to the finish, shuttered with the breath of an amiable wind, rippling the verdant grass and leaves among the usually greyscale enviornment. The varied lupines sat, envolved in conversation or resting underneath the lazy rays; but nevertheless peaceful.
And he'd done it.
From scratch, he'd cleared it, marked it, deemed it his own. He had opened it as a diety, and symbiotically he etched this picture into his memory. Through hardships they were bound to endure, and other turmoils, he would always be able to put his life on a generated pause, reverting to this moment in time when he felt accomplished.
Something he'd never felt before.
And so, with a blink and a wistful shake of his head, the etch-a-sketch was cleared. Clean slate. That is, until he looked to the form of the female. He smiled slightly at her comment. He was still in his prime; though the others in the pack treated him as an elderly male. Perhaps it was form the humbled form he had taken just few short weeks ago upon the ground that many saw him so defenseless and feeble. His muscles were strong, frame was gargantuine, but willowy and nimble. Claws intimidating, teeth hanging from his muzzle ajar. His eyes burned with emotion, passionate monologues dripping from his every piercing stare. He was a curious character, but none the less he was there.
And the other stood before him, radiating an aesthetic purity unknown to the average, and it was curious to him. There was something different about her; but he could not put a trodden paw upon the difference. And just as he was there, so was she.
He said nothing, but admired the many outlines worth admiring, and let his sweeping thoughts carry him away in a moment of contemplation.
(and yet again, I didnt re-read lol)
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