Another one, she had managed to catch another large marine creature to satisfy her appetite. This new territory was causing an emotion of amazement to bubble deep in her chest, she had not eaten this well since her mother was alive. That thought brought a pang of guilt but the soft clicking of her ebony nails caused her to soon forget the feeling, even if the darkness felt as if it would close on her at any minute.
Prancing could be the description of her bouncing steps, her sweeping curled tail, and the angle of her onyx sniffer. A smaller fish than before laid limp between her pearl colored fangs, it was different than the first in not just size but species as well. Silver laced moss colored scales, more jagged black stripes and yellow tinted a few of the skin’s surface. It was not salmon, the delicacy she enjoyed and tried to share with two canines days before. This creature was a breed of bass, its flesh would not be a bright coral color instead it would be a paler pink. Its taste would be salty but not as much as a freshwater salmon; instead it would have more of a meaty flavor.
Darkness fell away from the thoughtful child, a register of lush emerald and lime entered her optics. For a moment she cherished the view, a sense of wonder entered those chocolate milk lenses. There was an abundance of the sharp and euphony sound that the birds could have brought to make this place more pleasant, the buzz of insects were annoying in her rust colored ears. They fell, those ears, pinning against her skull as her tail never stopped it’s movement of wonder. Ivory teeth clutched her prize tighter, the pale blush colored blood trickled from her lips to the sponge-like earth. A whine, muffled from the silver bass but still loud enough to pierce the roar above her as she closed in on the waterfall’s pool of colors, it was beautiful! Again her teeth dug deeper into her prize out of reflex, another series of whines escaped from her clenched lips. She wished she could share this sight with her mother..
Prancing could be the description of her bouncing steps, her sweeping curled tail, and the angle of her onyx sniffer. A smaller fish than before laid limp between her pearl colored fangs, it was different than the first in not just size but species as well. Silver laced moss colored scales, more jagged black stripes and yellow tinted a few of the skin’s surface. It was not salmon, the delicacy she enjoyed and tried to share with two canines days before. This creature was a breed of bass, its flesh would not be a bright coral color instead it would be a paler pink. Its taste would be salty but not as much as a freshwater salmon; instead it would have more of a meaty flavor.
Darkness fell away from the thoughtful child, a register of lush emerald and lime entered her optics. For a moment she cherished the view, a sense of wonder entered those chocolate milk lenses. There was an abundance of the sharp and euphony sound that the birds could have brought to make this place more pleasant, the buzz of insects were annoying in her rust colored ears. They fell, those ears, pinning against her skull as her tail never stopped it’s movement of wonder. Ivory teeth clutched her prize tighter, the pale blush colored blood trickled from her lips to the sponge-like earth. A whine, muffled from the silver bass but still loud enough to pierce the roar above her as she closed in on the waterfall’s pool of colors, it was beautiful! Again her teeth dug deeper into her prize out of reflex, another series of whines escaped from her clenched lips. She wished she could share this sight with her mother..
"speech"
CARYS amare TOVARE
(This post was last modified: Apr 26, 2014, 06:31 AM by Carys.)