Post by Dyssfunkshinel on Oct 8, 2003 19:52:54 GMT -5
oO-Passing through the elven lands, in an awkwardly shaded patch of woods, wound the Daphnis Creek. The beautiful crystal clear surface reflected glints of the sun at this time, catching the rays and throwing them into the vision of any who approached. Save for the soft current, there was no movement here. Through the clear water one could see the multicoloured sand grains, separated evenly, as if somebody made a hobby of it. Bright reds, yellows, greens, oranges and blues covered the clean bed of the creek, and if it was stirred around the grains would accept the color and change to match it. Only the soothing noise of water splashing against the rocks surrounding the stream could be focused evenly upon.-Oo
oO-And then, shattering the peaceful silence of nature came a wounded stag, dragging his bleeding back leg and panting, tongue lolling from his mouth. His royal set of antlers arched mightily over his head, but his eyes were glazed. Collapsing with his neck over the rocks and face in the water. Managing to gulp down a few mouthfuls, he lay there for a moment. And the wound began to heal, first scarring over, and then growing fur and flesh back into place. Standing proudly, the stag seemed to bow his head to the healing creek and bounded away. One of the many visitors to this secluded spot.-Oo
oO-After the departure of the deer, a soft ripple broke the surface's still. A sleek, wet haired head emerged, followed by a pair of fair hands which ruffled the dark rose hair into position. Calliope smiled. Her stream, the Daphnis, was one of the few with healing powers. She only let the magick into the water when a creature in special need came along. Sighing, she stroked to the bank, where she lay among a group of reeds and napped in the sun, wishing that a two legged entity would stumble upon the place.-Oo
oO-And then, shattering the peaceful silence of nature came a wounded stag, dragging his bleeding back leg and panting, tongue lolling from his mouth. His royal set of antlers arched mightily over his head, but his eyes were glazed. Collapsing with his neck over the rocks and face in the water. Managing to gulp down a few mouthfuls, he lay there for a moment. And the wound began to heal, first scarring over, and then growing fur and flesh back into place. Standing proudly, the stag seemed to bow his head to the healing creek and bounded away. One of the many visitors to this secluded spot.-Oo
oO-After the departure of the deer, a soft ripple broke the surface's still. A sleek, wet haired head emerged, followed by a pair of fair hands which ruffled the dark rose hair into position. Calliope smiled. Her stream, the Daphnis, was one of the few with healing powers. She only let the magick into the water when a creature in special need came along. Sighing, she stroked to the bank, where she lay among a group of reeds and napped in the sun, wishing that a two legged entity would stumble upon the place.-Oo