Rainforest Cliffs
05-03-2018, 01:50 AM
There is a beam of light, so swift and so short that the wary young Asulli pauses his step. His eyes, like amethysts aglow, glance timidly out from beneath the shade of many lashes, peering this way and that, assessing the murky forest's under-realm for further hint that something has happened.
At first, there is nothing.
Just the same soft song of his beloved, leafy home and the gentle pitter-patter of rain.
But then, everything around him falls silent and fear touches his trembling face. He is huge, but huddles down amid dense emerald foliage, for it is the only method of concealment he can think of to deter their notice. It has been successful in times past. His skin is beautiful, pale blue stripes radiating upon his neck and sides like waves which catch the full moon’s delicate hue before they crash upon the shore.
The few luminous feathers growing down the length of his neck shake wildly too. Their long quills are fed directly by the magic coursing through his blood.
He is beautiful. A fragile life...
At first, there is nothing.
Just the same soft song of his beloved, leafy home and the gentle pitter-patter of rain.
But then, everything around him falls silent and fear touches his trembling face. He is huge, but huddles down amid dense emerald foliage, for it is the only method of concealment he can think of to deter their notice. It has been successful in times past. His skin is beautiful, pale blue stripes radiating upon his neck and sides like waves which catch the full moon’s delicate hue before they crash upon the shore.
The few luminous feathers growing down the length of his neck shake wildly too. Their long quills are fed directly by the magic coursing through his blood.
He is beautiful. A fragile life...
the Rift
