MonkeysPerfectSadness
The Holy
Windswept leaves formed patterns all over the bogs which drew his eyes from one to the next. In this random motion, a slight glimmer stood out for it was not the reflection cast by water; but that done by metal. The soft fog encompassed everything. Trees, rocks, animals, and men alike all carried the aura of hazy moisture. However, it was not thick enough to keep the moons beams from bouncing off of every pool and shiny object.
One such object now held his attention. In his mind, he had decided it best to hide but his imagination had once again gotten the best of him. Hopping quickly from the ugly tree truck he had been clinging to, the figure emerged as nothing more than a shadow. Darting quickly and aptly over the bogs wet and unstable surface, his steps were very nearly silent save for an occasional tiny splash.
Having taken no time at all to reach the glinting item, the shadow of the man devoured the reflector into his attire and made an identical trip back to his hiding place. The tree, though ugly, held the best vantage point over the whole plain. Once he was tucked safely back in his makeshift shelter; he breathed a sigh of relief. When he went to retrieve the item he had plucked from the murky earth, his blood turned cold.
It was the most horrible and terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.
**OOC** This is a completely open-ended RP. The next person feel free to jump in and take the story where you please. I only ask that you keep it simple as far as using disciplines and abilities. ~Monkey
One such object now held his attention. In his mind, he had decided it best to hide but his imagination had once again gotten the best of him. Hopping quickly from the ugly tree truck he had been clinging to, the figure emerged as nothing more than a shadow. Darting quickly and aptly over the bogs wet and unstable surface, his steps were very nearly silent save for an occasional tiny splash.
Having taken no time at all to reach the glinting item, the shadow of the man devoured the reflector into his attire and made an identical trip back to his hiding place. The tree, though ugly, held the best vantage point over the whole plain. Once he was tucked safely back in his makeshift shelter; he breathed a sigh of relief. When he went to retrieve the item he had plucked from the murky earth, his blood turned cold.
It was the most horrible and terrifying sound he had ever heard in his life.
**OOC** This is a completely open-ended RP. The next person feel free to jump in and take the story where you please. I only ask that you keep it simple as far as using disciplines and abilities. ~Monkey