Rainforest Cliffs
04-27-2018, 06:54 PM
The forest hums with the chorus of countless, concealed insects, the drum of steady rain, the ever present pulse of magic. Though darkness and mist engulf it, this sleepless wilderness is awake and watching. Altogether, the sound of its heart is soothing and serene, a true compliment to the old groaning timber and bright, thriving fernery.
Moss cloaked stones, nestled beneath puddle or leaf, lie ever waiting for the touch of the ignorant. Small clusters of glowing flowers, sway and bob in the dank depths of their paradise, illuminating softly a labyrinth of trails, which swerve, now, like rippling rivers, hither and thither. Life courses beyond reach of the undiscerning eye. Here trees watch travellers with a new sense of wariness and the gentlest of creatures linger with them, hiding - poachers visit, an endless procession.
He is young, though perhaps not by your standard, surviving the Rift’s cruel cycle of seasons for a good twenty years. But, through recent times, the peaceful Asuuli has grown weary and cold, afflicted by the savagery of creatures now around. Always, though once he basked in the moonlight’s favour, he creeps fearfully beneath shadow, pausing constantly to feel the changing rhythm of his world.
Moss cloaked stones, nestled beneath puddle or leaf, lie ever waiting for the touch of the ignorant. Small clusters of glowing flowers, sway and bob in the dank depths of their paradise, illuminating softly a labyrinth of trails, which swerve, now, like rippling rivers, hither and thither. Life courses beyond reach of the undiscerning eye. Here trees watch travellers with a new sense of wariness and the gentlest of creatures linger with them, hiding - poachers visit, an endless procession.
He is young, though perhaps not by your standard, surviving the Rift’s cruel cycle of seasons for a good twenty years. But, through recent times, the peaceful Asuuli has grown weary and cold, afflicted by the savagery of creatures now around. Always, though once he basked in the moonlight’s favour, he creeps fearfully beneath shadow, pausing constantly to feel the changing rhythm of his world.
the Rift
@Taivas
