Post by sefu on Nov 6, 2007 20:47:56 GMT -5
Sefu rested his head against the cold, rough, hard stone, gratefully soaking in the blissful coldness of the night, feeling his mind and limbs grow numb, free of any earthly pain or confusion. Looking up, he could see each star, count the constallations, but soon, a cloud obscurred them, and he cats his sad gaze down to the forest, dark, forboding. The moon shone in silver light, casting his black skin a sliverish color, as if her were a ghost.
He reached down one hand, both eyes on the landscape around him, he pulled out what looked like a short stick with many holes. One of his eyes was a curious sea-green color, while the other hazel, almost golden brown. He put the hallow stick to his mouth, his fingers gracefully skimming over the holes, blocking some, lifting others. Blowing though it, he preformed a eerie melody, one that crept in the air, setting the hairs on the back of your neck completely stiff.
It was a sad tune, full of pain, but it was beautiful, like most sad things were. He set it down, taking a deep breath of the cool, sharp air. He shivered from the cold, he had only a ratty pair of pants and thin tee-shirt on. Licking his lips, he played another piece, just as eerie as the first.
He reached down one hand, both eyes on the landscape around him, he pulled out what looked like a short stick with many holes. One of his eyes was a curious sea-green color, while the other hazel, almost golden brown. He put the hallow stick to his mouth, his fingers gracefully skimming over the holes, blocking some, lifting others. Blowing though it, he preformed a eerie melody, one that crept in the air, setting the hairs on the back of your neck completely stiff.
It was a sad tune, full of pain, but it was beautiful, like most sad things were. He set it down, taking a deep breath of the cool, sharp air. He shivered from the cold, he had only a ratty pair of pants and thin tee-shirt on. Licking his lips, he played another piece, just as eerie as the first.