Post by HAETHUM ` on Feb 8, 2015 20:15:48 GMT -5
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The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizonline, obscuring the otherwise flat landscape with the bright, white hot star. As of now, the disc remained the dull orange hue, until it would raise entirely. The colors fanning across the flat as well as the wood were an array of robin's egg, honey yellows, citrus oranges, and splashes of wild flower pink. Such a sight for sore eyes, no doubt. I watched as it rose, being sure to wake before it. Crimson irises peered through the lingering trees which obstructed my view. Grumbling inwardly, elongated limbs began to advance my lithe structure in the direction of the clearing. My gait remained at a quad beat, holding a briskness to the step yet not rushing in the least. Each slender hoof cast forth was sound, and intentional. Easily I overstepped the fallen obsticals, allowing the earth not a second glance. Alabaster fibers riddled with cream enhances held a citrusy glow from the rising orb, the breeze so gentle, I was merely an addition to the beauty here.
I reached the meadow within minutes, busting through the brush and making my way to the epicenter of the clearing. High grasses brushed against my knees as I meandered to the top of a hill, as to obtain a much better view of this seemingly celestial painting of a morning. The same orangy glint stroked the tips of every strand along the liver chestnut base of my structure on the right side, whilst the left remained shadowed- all as a result of my angle against the sun. I'd reached the base of the hill, where muscles rippled the carapace. The elevation, though gradual, still intense. Lazily, I took on the hill at an able trot, surpassing the problem area and reaching the climax within seconds, where I proceeded to halt entirely. Limbs aligned imperfectly beneath agile frame, as my attention remained upon the orb ahead, as it now minimized in size, slowly.
The sun had barely begun to peek over the horizonline, obscuring the otherwise flat landscape with the bright, white hot star. As of now, the disc remained the dull orange hue, until it would raise entirely. The colors fanning across the flat as well as the wood were an array of robin's egg, honey yellows, citrus oranges, and splashes of wild flower pink. Such a sight for sore eyes, no doubt. I watched as it rose, being sure to wake before it. Crimson irises peered through the lingering trees which obstructed my view. Grumbling inwardly, elongated limbs began to advance my lithe structure in the direction of the clearing. My gait remained at a quad beat, holding a briskness to the step yet not rushing in the least. Each slender hoof cast forth was sound, and intentional. Easily I overstepped the fallen obsticals, allowing the earth not a second glance. Alabaster fibers riddled with cream enhances held a citrusy glow from the rising orb, the breeze so gentle, I was merely an addition to the beauty here.
I reached the meadow within minutes, busting through the brush and making my way to the epicenter of the clearing. High grasses brushed against my knees as I meandered to the top of a hill, as to obtain a much better view of this seemingly celestial painting of a morning. The same orangy glint stroked the tips of every strand along the liver chestnut base of my structure on the right side, whilst the left remained shadowed- all as a result of my angle against the sun. I'd reached the base of the hill, where muscles rippled the carapace. The elevation, though gradual, still intense. Lazily, I took on the hill at an able trot, surpassing the problem area and reaching the climax within seconds, where I proceeded to halt entirely. Limbs aligned imperfectly beneath agile frame, as my attention remained upon the orb ahead, as it now minimized in size, slowly.
