Post by Xaen on Sept 23, 2013 15:26:25 GMT -6
The sky a pale gray, like ash spread as far as one could see, with dark gray splotches. Clouds hung limp and speckled the dead ground with water, hoping to give this dreary land some growth.Thunder rumbled like a low growl of some mountain titan, rippling across this forsaken place. By the distance smothered in fog danced an eerie sight. For what seemed to be a floating dead skull. Bleached white but with faint trace of moss and mud, the tiniest of stains brown and deep green stamped the once white skull. A lingering hue of dry tea. It danced and teetered as the being fought for ground with the unbalanced act of trying to find her footing through thick mud and water. Squinting one could see the slow reveal of a body beneath the skull.
Haggard, patchy, sewn.
Some chucks had been eaten away from this misconceived creature. Parts of a ribcage a light tone of white but still with the weathered look.
Skeletal fingers, reaching, grasping, clawing Tips stained with brown. Dead blood.
A large matted tail swung out, fur in one area gone only to show being attached to part of her spine.
The female let out a keening wail that slowed in remarkable tones only to transform into a melody like howl. She had an odd feeling nothing thrived nearby. Yet what other way than check. Though ghastly the noise it would bring stupid curiosity.
She stopped by the next growl of thunder and a loud almost painful CRACK for sound. She raised her hands and attempted to hide her ears but it was already too late; ears had faltered back laying close against her skull. Than a sudden brightness clashed against the mellow gray of the sky making the sky itself seem to shatter. The milky white of her eyes reflected the sharp light successfully blinding the troubled undead. Scrabbling at anything nearby she wheeled about her balance shot off by a waterlogged branch, shooting out her arms she caught at anything nearby sturdy enough to hold her flailing weight. A lone dead cypress tree stood out and boned fingers grasped around it; making this undead 'monster' hilariously feeble looking. The insides of her eyes swimming in a struggle to even see; she rubbed them over and over again trying to help them recover.
The rain was harsher this time around; pelting at an angle she snarled at it thinking it would possibly scare nature to behave, yet like every other time she was amusingly ignored for such a pitiful being. Neither alive, nor dead. The world was smug like that.
Haggard, patchy, sewn.
Some chucks had been eaten away from this misconceived creature. Parts of a ribcage a light tone of white but still with the weathered look.
Skeletal fingers, reaching, grasping, clawing Tips stained with brown. Dead blood.
A large matted tail swung out, fur in one area gone only to show being attached to part of her spine.
The female let out a keening wail that slowed in remarkable tones only to transform into a melody like howl. She had an odd feeling nothing thrived nearby. Yet what other way than check. Though ghastly the noise it would bring stupid curiosity.
She stopped by the next growl of thunder and a loud almost painful CRACK for sound. She raised her hands and attempted to hide her ears but it was already too late; ears had faltered back laying close against her skull. Than a sudden brightness clashed against the mellow gray of the sky making the sky itself seem to shatter. The milky white of her eyes reflected the sharp light successfully blinding the troubled undead. Scrabbling at anything nearby she wheeled about her balance shot off by a waterlogged branch, shooting out her arms she caught at anything nearby sturdy enough to hold her flailing weight. A lone dead cypress tree stood out and boned fingers grasped around it; making this undead 'monster' hilariously feeble looking. The insides of her eyes swimming in a struggle to even see; she rubbed them over and over again trying to help them recover.
The rain was harsher this time around; pelting at an angle she snarled at it thinking it would possibly scare nature to behave, yet like every other time she was amusingly ignored for such a pitiful being. Neither alive, nor dead. The world was smug like that.
