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Legolas · 09-05-2002, 06:17 AM

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IC:Legolas

He had visited other woods in the past, but none of them quite like this one. Thousands of different hues of green sparkled from the leaves, and to the left of him every tree’s colours ranged from red through brown to near blackness. To his other side they were white and yellow, the two types creating a path to lead him on.
The air was full of spirit, and strange yet familiar animals moved just outside of view. The sky was many deep purples, and constantly in motion. Lighter and darker shades moved up on one another to make it seem like a giant heart beating, the heart of the word.
It was all unusual, but so very much alive. And it felt like he did not belong here, in this surprising place.
But the path between the trees led him on.

The floor began sloping downwards, and the elf’s speed increased with every step. He did not look back when he felt the presence, for he felt the bond and knew her. Faster still

After a time, the slope steepened to the point where he was no longer running, but falling. But he knew he was not alone here, that there was another with him. There was no bottom to be seen, the slope ever continuing on. A mist, miles farther down, hid the end of the descent from view.
From those depths, trees and plantlife shot up, past the elf and his love.

Then a gap flew upwards, and suddenly they hung still before it. Monsters, half human, and half bovine, trampled the ground and knocked down the trees surrounding the glade. On the white, right side, side, many-tentacled beings hunted and killed wildlife for no apparent reason. The reddish trees to the left were sparser here, many lying on the ground, dying. The ground was upturned here, but in the distance, far out into those monster-made plains, stood a citadel of wood.
As he watched, it moved closer. Before the main gate stood a man-sized cross, and something was draped over it.
The ranger took a step in its direction, and movement along the slope began anew. The elf caught a glimpse of his friend’s boneless skin before he dropped back into his own body, sitting not quite alone by a shrinking fire.

09-05-2002, 06:17 AM	#219
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	OOC: That's right, post at your own pace, and if you think you won't be able to post at all while work is as busy as it is, of course we'll cover for you IC:Legolas He had visited other woods in the past, but none of them quite like this one. Thousands of different hues of green sparkled from the leaves, and to the left of him every tree’s colours ranged from red through brown to near blackness. To his other side they were white and yellow, the two types creating a path to lead him on. The air was full of spirit, and strange yet familiar animals moved just outside of view. The sky was many deep purples, and constantly in motion. Lighter and darker shades moved up on one another to make it seem like a giant heart beating, the heart of the word. It was all unusual, but so very much alive. And it felt like he did not belong here, in this surprising place. But the path between the trees led him on. The floor began sloping downwards, and the elf’s speed increased with every step. He did not look back when he felt the presence, for he felt the bond and knew her. Faster still After a time, the slope steepened to the point where he was no longer running, but falling. But he knew he was not alone here, that there was another with him. There was no bottom to be seen, the slope ever continuing on. A mist, miles farther down, hid the end of the descent from view. From those depths, trees and plantlife shot up, past the elf and his love. Then a gap flew upwards, and suddenly they hung still before it. Monsters, half human, and half bovine, trampled the ground and knocked down the trees surrounding the glade. On the white, right side, side, many-tentacled beings hunted and killed wildlife for no apparent reason. The reddish trees to the left were sparser here, many lying on the ground, dying. The ground was upturned here, but in the distance, far out into those monster-made plains, stood a citadel of wood. As he watched, it moved closer. Before the main gate stood a man-sized cross, and something was draped over it. The ranger took a step in its direction, and movement along the slope began anew. The elf caught a glimpse of his friend’s boneless skin before he dropped back into his own body, sitting not quite alone by a shrinking fire.