Post by Selantra on Jul 5, 2005 13:22:02 GMT -5
Lush vert vegetation sprung from the smooth moist loam,timber canopy created a dimension of lurking shadows.The scawling of exotic fowl,and the scrape from the files of cicada and crickets livened the emerald settings.Humid oxygen made breathing a tedious task,but it had to be done..breathing thick,warm oxygen.The daystar of torrid heat was felt,it's presence illuminated the glades,and multiplied the misery of those unfortunate to expidite the Jungle's core.The ground now was a thick sucking mire,marking all that happened in this forest..but what do we have here..imprints of a wolven kind.
Foliage brushed against the peltry of ghastly satin,some raked against the grain of the canvas..it's prize a few sprouts of fine moonlight threads.
Essence moved with utter silence along the snaking trails of the Blenden Jungle,nares sucked the thick oxygen..it was as if she suffocated as she breathed.
Direly here coral flesh that dwelled with in the abyss of her velvet pleaded to expell itself and relese heat that lay within it's blood,defied again it was.Her only sweat glands lay on the bottom of her snadpaper mitts,and they were not only slattered in dun mire,but they tried despretly to release the heat.Auds were pinned to the zenith,circualting the clamour of the forest for the scrammble of prey across the land,compassing about to sonar every knoock this forest offered.Orbs of drunken splendor dried to descry any prey along,any sudden and swarthy movements along the forest.Thick vegeation was cursed d**nation by her silent utterings,providing the concealment so needed to knead her prey into their surrondings.Essenece jolted to aback to the soft tunder of pads behind her,their an unfortunate boar lay.Pools became silts as they prepared for the launch..vessel poised for the chase..till something sinister unfolded.Form turned to face another ..had the Hunter become the hunted.
Form of heavy hul moved lithley upon the forest timber claws,gnarled branches offered visionary secrecy among the jade hideout.Emerald orbs clasped upon the wolfen femmice that moved upon the foest grounds..her grounds.Soft bellow escaped her music box as the femmice proceeded farther into her territory.
Emerald orbs were but a leaf among the towering canopy of timber that far surpassed the minx that prowled among the forest crown,raven pionts ccircled about their emerald prison with vile intentions.Slipping from brac to tree again and again,sometimes the form of the wolfess was incarciated by the bulk of the trees,but ebonite sunken pores kept the aroma strong.She stepped from among her tree's,following the mutt until she disappeared,growl emitted that not even the leaves about her could dechipher.Retracing the timbers roads,pistons leaving the terrestial beings appendiges to leap to a tress far from strolling distance.Rosette pattern upon her peltry concealed her in the shadows,orbs finally descrying the femmice form of the canine.Slits of emerald consumed with fire,as she saw the mutt prepare to launch her attack..leaping from the tree's behind the impudent sephra.Purrng growl emitted the coy,smug visage upon the feline's face..rosette pattern no longer shrouded her from the darkness of the canopy.Bulk that far surpassed the piteous wolfess before,muscle that would defile this creature with just streaches of the talons that lay concealed in large panther mitts.Silent as the grim reaper..watching the horrified face of the wolfess gleam in the retina's of her corrupt orbs.
Snarl sounded from the lyranx of he phantom wolfess,proceeded by a threat to the panther if she dare lay a talon upon her.Aisona could tell by the coy visage that the creature was in the least laughing at her.What more could she do..this creature was larger and stronger..crouching so that vitals were bulwarked beneath layer of fat and extra loose skin.Voice tremored none was she face what held her life in the balance..pitch full of spite,rage,and animosity stung her words.
Aisona is my Alias..who in the wards of Hell are you?"
Chuckle emitted from the panthera's vocals,porvoking the little moonlight femmice,dental canines gleamed with antiapation of the wine it would taste.
"If that is your dying wish..Iam Azul.Queen of this jungle and your executioner.Anything else?
There was nothing else to answer..really what
else.Snicker of vile intentions dripped from her lyrics..
pitch set on the death of the wench.
Life hung in the balance..orbs still entranced upon her adversary..she could only pray that someone still walked this forest.