Landscapping view
Nov 28, 2016 14:53:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2016 14:53:56 GMT -7
The landscape has all of the vivid color, each one of them as fresh as a new painting straight from ancient Rome. The brilliant emeralds banished every gloomy thought and the sky lifted the eye in a way that brought the villagers to admire the strands of drifting smokey color clouds. The trees were deep with late spring foliage and the flowers rioted in the jubilant way that only the most divine of blooms can. It consisted of a series of lakes with hilly crowns, like the hoof prints of some celestial horse.
Alma begin to have a coughing fit, something that becoming more common as he grows older. His hand covers his mouth, preventing the spread of germs. He has visited a number of doctors in his life time, but they all said it incurable. However, he came across a number of people in white lab coats. They promise they could make him better but first it will only get worse. Alma is unsure of their words but he couldn’t sense anything in their words as a lie.
Next to the sickly young man is his close friends. A virgin white fur color coat saber-tooth tiger, Byakko. He always with Alma and seems to be just as nervous. The 125 foot long giant sea snake lurking nearby, watching on in protection. It wishes to be closer but fears that he would scare the locals. Underneath the ground rumbles a bit, a large and rare land shark, lurking and protecting. The young blond hair man looks at his hand, cover in blood.
He sits on a small bench near the port, waiting for his boat to arrive. He wipes the crimson color liquid covering his hand onto his bag briefly and softly sigh as he gazes into the painting sky. If he knew where the boat was headed, he simply there but in this case, he cannot. Inside his pouch bad is all of his belongings that he carries with him. It a bit heavy for him, for most of the trip here, his large female snake carried it for him.
Alma begin to have a coughing fit, something that becoming more common as he grows older. His hand covers his mouth, preventing the spread of germs. He has visited a number of doctors in his life time, but they all said it incurable. However, he came across a number of people in white lab coats. They promise they could make him better but first it will only get worse. Alma is unsure of their words but he couldn’t sense anything in their words as a lie.
Next to the sickly young man is his close friends. A virgin white fur color coat saber-tooth tiger, Byakko. He always with Alma and seems to be just as nervous. The 125 foot long giant sea snake lurking nearby, watching on in protection. It wishes to be closer but fears that he would scare the locals. Underneath the ground rumbles a bit, a large and rare land shark, lurking and protecting. The young blond hair man looks at his hand, cover in blood.
He sits on a small bench near the port, waiting for his boat to arrive. He wipes the crimson color liquid covering his hand onto his bag briefly and softly sigh as he gazes into the painting sky. If he knew where the boat was headed, he simply there but in this case, he cannot. Inside his pouch bad is all of his belongings that he carries with him. It a bit heavy for him, for most of the trip here, his large female snake carried it for him.