07-01-2016, 03:29 PM
THE EARTH IS ALIVE, AND MAN IS A PARASITE.
AND HEAVENLY BODIES MAKE US FIGHT.
He is wandering today; something that he does not often do. He is at ease within the icy walls and caverns of his Kingdom of frost, and yet something spurs him to step past the thick shield of ice that borders their terrain so menacingly, his massive, scarred form moving with deliberate ease. His deep crimson eyes study the ground below as his heavy prints leave lasting impression, the frigid frost of a waning winter fading from sight as he enters into the mild, temperature climate below the mountain crown.
The sun bathes his thick obsidian coat, the old pink puckered scars of battles won and lost glinting beneath its light as his muscles ripple beneath - he savors the sensation, if only for a moment. It is not often that he can feel its warmth so saturated against his skin.
A gentle breeze drifts through as he travels on through the lining of the forest, the day growing long as he wanders aimlessly. He has no ill will in mind, no alliance to forge, no relationship to enforce. He is alone with his mind, a scattering of thoughts loosely rattling within his brain. The tall grasses of the thick plain stroke beneath the underside of his belly and caress his flank, and for a moment, he breathes deeply, inhaling the sweetness of another season changing.
With the gentle blossoming of foliage and fauna and melting of ice and frost, something else lingers within his senses - and he gazes towards it, lazily. He finds the presence of another - unexpected, but not wholly undesired. A male, something he is familiar with (living with mostly males himself for a majority of the time), wary of his surroundings.
He can sense the apprehension in the air; and he makes himself known with the deliberate crackling of dried twigs beneath his behemoth weight. His dark eyes observe him and his golden pelt, searing into his worried eyes, though he tilts his head slightly to the left - he is hardly formidable when appearing so curious, but as massive as he is, he knows he is far from warm and welcoming in appearance. Alas, his whiskered lips upturn in the slightest of smiles as he chuckles - a sound that rumbles deeply within his chest.
"It is not often that I come across anyone else within this part of the woods - my name is Offspring. And yours?"
The sun bathes his thick obsidian coat, the old pink puckered scars of battles won and lost glinting beneath its light as his muscles ripple beneath - he savors the sensation, if only for a moment. It is not often that he can feel its warmth so saturated against his skin.
A gentle breeze drifts through as he travels on through the lining of the forest, the day growing long as he wanders aimlessly. He has no ill will in mind, no alliance to forge, no relationship to enforce. He is alone with his mind, a scattering of thoughts loosely rattling within his brain. The tall grasses of the thick plain stroke beneath the underside of his belly and caress his flank, and for a moment, he breathes deeply, inhaling the sweetness of another season changing.
With the gentle blossoming of foliage and fauna and melting of ice and frost, something else lingers within his senses - and he gazes towards it, lazily. He finds the presence of another - unexpected, but not wholly undesired. A male, something he is familiar with (living with mostly males himself for a majority of the time), wary of his surroundings.
He can sense the apprehension in the air; and he makes himself known with the deliberate crackling of dried twigs beneath his behemoth weight. His dark eyes observe him and his golden pelt, searing into his worried eyes, though he tilts his head slightly to the left - he is hardly formidable when appearing so curious, but as massive as he is, he knows he is far from warm and welcoming in appearance. Alas, his whiskered lips upturn in the slightest of smiles as he chuckles - a sound that rumbles deeply within his chest.
"It is not often that I come across anyone else within this part of the woods - my name is Offspring. And yours?"
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra