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Post by Alanna on Nov 3, 2014 0:21:12 GMT
Caliginous Coppice With mountains and rivers surrounding this small forest, wind can be pretty nasty. It whips through the seemingly dead trees, bringing an eerie constant ringing to your ears. Thankfully, at day break and nightfall, the wind comes to a mere whimper, and this is when the very limited prey is most plentiful. The trees here are barren and some are even charred. There is little vegetation and it barely ever grows because of the lack of nutrients in the soil. This area remains as a reminder that even nature cannot be totally perfect, it shows what destruction can lead to.
pictures (c) google
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Post by Lithium on Nov 20, 2014 0:42:47 GMT
Look at me, still going... Glancing above her, Lithium shuddered. The wind was brisk, wrapping itself around her chest and creating a frigid knot deep within. She was suffocating. But, then again, when wasn't she? Her head hung low, tail lower as she dragged her paws along the ground, steadily scaling the various rises and falls of the landscape around her, surrounded by a ring of mountains. Perhaps they were beautiful; perhaps they were hideous. She couldn't be sure. The same applied to everything else about her, though she did find a strange and heartily-welcomed fondness of the trees; Some were charred black around the already listless trunks, and whatever lush greenery that had been here once was long gone. Perhaps I could find a peace here... Before she could tease the thought much longer though, a laugh shattered her sanity once more, shaking her skull violently as done many times before. Desmond. Demon. D. D. Coincidence? Think not. Lithiums own, fragile and shaking laugh followed, her voice cracking as she reached the peak of it. Silence. Besides the whistling of wind around her, it was silent. For once, there was an absence. No, not for once. There was always an absence; An absence of herself. And, just as the thought created itself, the action followed. Lithium stared at herself, stumbling along, tripping over nothing like always. This was how it should be; how it'll always be.
(I have no inspiration. She'll make her way over to everyone else eventually .3. <3)
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