12-09-2022, 08:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-09-2022, 08:56 AM by Kohaku Hirano. Edited 1 time in total.)
It was a beautiful day. The sky was the color of a robin’s egg. It was a deep, depthless blue that could captivate, and the birds that speckled its backdrop were singing in a panorama quartet. Kohaku could not help but wonder how many more days like this he would come to experience this season. The days were already growing shorter, cooler, an unspoken arrival for a winter he had been unprepared for. Even now the routines he had been used to in this strange new land were slowly fading away; The fireflies were gone from the night’s sky, and most of all the song birds had disappeared. All replaced by the blustery chill that now whistled through the trees.
The wind parted through the blades of grass, their dry bodies crunching together in the sway of the breeze. Carefully navigating his large body through the amber fields of foliage, Kohaku stepped delicately through the thin flaxen stems. His destination had been the strange gash that parted the land. It was a cove, shaped particularly like that of a crescent moon, as if the claw of some impossibly large creature had dug the trench.
Perching atop the cliff side, his dark body relaxed against the shore. A muffled crunch emitted from beneath his weight, the gasp of the plants that were pressed down below. His feet shot up toward the sky ungracefully as the male jostled himself upon the ground until he was fully upon his back, muzzle to the sky.
This was a perfect place to watch the clouds float in as the sun slumped below the horizon in a grand explosion of crimson and violet.
@Náli
the staff team luvs u
The wind parted through the blades of grass, their dry bodies crunching together in the sway of the breeze. Carefully navigating his large body through the amber fields of foliage, Kohaku stepped delicately through the thin flaxen stems. His destination had been the strange gash that parted the land. It was a cove, shaped particularly like that of a crescent moon, as if the claw of some impossibly large creature had dug the trench.
Perching atop the cliff side, his dark body relaxed against the shore. A muffled crunch emitted from beneath his weight, the gasp of the plants that were pressed down below. His feet shot up toward the sky ungracefully as the male jostled himself upon the ground until he was fully upon his back, muzzle to the sky.
This was a perfect place to watch the clouds float in as the sun slumped below the horizon in a grand explosion of crimson and violet.
@Náli
the staff team luvs u