I look up into the never ending sky; focusing In on all of my senses. I can smell the strong morning dew, evaporating into the atmosphere. I can feel the earth underneath my skeleton; The strength of gravity protecting me from, floating off into the abyss of darkness we call space. I can see the sky above me; like a gigantic ocean, swaying with every small ripple it detects. I can taste the bitter smell of pollen; Coating my taste buds with the sent of spring. I can hear the sounds of birds tweeting, over the slight whistle created by my large curled horns. I suddenly stop daydreaming and sit vertically upright, as i felt that i was being watching. I discreetly reached for my hair; To enable me to cover up my exposed satanic horns.
I stand there, watching her. Waiting. Why did she cover those things up? I move closer to her, quietly, hoping she wont notice me, the sun still in my eyes, making everything hard to see. She looks beautiful. I wish i looked like her. I stood there, admiring her, her hair was amazingly shiny aswell. I tried to look for the weird things again, i couldn't see them. her hair still covered them. With my sleeves still rolled up, i used my hand as a shield from the sun hoping it would help. It didn't, it just made me look awkward while squinting at the same time.
I quickly turned my head to look for the organism, who had now disrupted my peace and tranquility. I notice a small black shadow approach, as i darted to my feet; Trying not to look suspicious. (I wonder if that thing noticed my horns) i thought to myself. Now turning to face the oncoming object. I squinted my eyes to try and help myself to identify the black mass but it was no good. (For God's sake! This stupid sun) I grumbled to myself patting down my clothes, to remove any unwanted grass.
I quickly turned my head to look for the organism, who had now disrupted my peace and tranquility. I notice a small black shadow approach, as i darted to my feet; Trying not to look suspicious. (I wonder if that thing noticed my horns) i thought to myself. Now turning to face the oncoming object. I squinted my eyes to try and help myself to identify the black mass but it was no good. (For God's sake! This stupid sun) I grumbled to myself patting down my clothes, to remove any unwanted grass.
The shadow spoke suddenly and i could recall hearing that voice earlier that day. With the sun still beating down on my head, i could feel the humans gaze intensify, as I replied. "Yeah, I came back hear to find the source of the sound as well" i said rearranging my footing on the uneven terrain. "It seems to have gone now though" I quickly spoke; trying to hide my emotions through my neutral tone of voice.
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Hellex (not original)
Viễn tưởngRoll play Thanks to Paris Hunter Ellie Holmes Shane Slaney and Troy Jordan This is not the finished book and it is also a roll play that me and my friends are doing