07-07-2015, 03:04 PM
The field welcomes me again. No crisp winter winds, but the soft lull of the Sun on my back. My gilded form snakes through the trendline between the Chamber and the field, effortlessly weaving through the spring blossoming bark limbs, stepping over the forgotten remnants of brush beneath my feet. A cold winter past, still had an impact on the earth. My willows limbs carry me like a streak of sunlight through the shadows, further into the fields vicinity. I wonder what the pickings are today.
As I quietly observe from the swath of shade, I clock onto a small thing darting over the loan, all legs and no direction. Children. I sometimes forget that spring is the season of new birth. A shiver quakes my pelt as I step out into the afternoon light, my golden form ash marred and moss stained. But it still retains a dazzling glow, like a shiny gold coin. My azure eyes find the mother of the young lad, and then ny ears swivel, pinning gently, lost within creamy mound of mane. So shrill, a banshees wail.
`One has a great pair of lungs on her.` my tone is husky velvet. I turn my gaze to the young bot and watch him curiously, noticing his eye. Flaws make character, I believe that. `I am Engelsfors of the Chamber. You and your son, you are looking for a home?` I ask, gilt ears swirling like radar atop a mound of creamy locks, that fall in the killing spring breeze and over my blue eye.
`Strapping young lad. You must be proud.` my mind turns and twists with thoughts. Watching the young colt curiously. His gangly kegs, his wide eyes. This world was be to him. I didn't envy him at all.
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As I quietly observe from the swath of shade, I clock onto a small thing darting over the loan, all legs and no direction. Children. I sometimes forget that spring is the season of new birth. A shiver quakes my pelt as I step out into the afternoon light, my golden form ash marred and moss stained. But it still retains a dazzling glow, like a shiny gold coin. My azure eyes find the mother of the young lad, and then ny ears swivel, pinning gently, lost within creamy mound of mane. So shrill, a banshees wail.
`One has a great pair of lungs on her.` my tone is husky velvet. I turn my gaze to the young bot and watch him curiously, noticing his eye. Flaws make character, I believe that. `I am Engelsfors of the Chamber. You and your son, you are looking for a home?` I ask, gilt ears swirling like radar atop a mound of creamy locks, that fall in the killing spring breeze and over my blue eye.
`Strapping young lad. You must be proud.` my mind turns and twists with thoughts. Watching the young colt curiously. His gangly kegs, his wide eyes. This world was be to him. I didn't envy him at all.
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