Post by Erin Drayton on Jan 16, 2009 15:32:32 GMT -5
[Wills]
Now there was the shining pulsate on the horizon, that one persistant young man who was determined never to leave the forest alone. It didn't matter that he was no longer permitted to spend time within the school walls. The trees were there to be inspected by the curious, only, fear seemed to rekindle with every step he took further into the darkened woods.
A thin rod of charcoal balanced perfectly offset behind his pale ear. His crazed bangs wired out with directions of timeless space without sleep as did the faded rings around his eyes. His onyx eyes glittered once more with the frequent anticipation of the mysterious woods. Though, frequent was perhaps not such the word. He'd spent long enough following Aether through the streets and drawing sketches of her pretty features to have figured some sort of difference.
Slumping down beneath the same tree he had sat in on his last venture, Erinelle pushed his feet deep beneath the piles of leaves upon the mossy ground - finding a suitable root to rest his foot against as he grabbed a pad from his pocket. There wasn't a better time to just sit an observe.
Charcoal already dusted lightly upon his fingertips, the alumnus silently sketched out the area above him. The canopy of trees, the glistening stars, the midnight stretch of sky, and the full moon wavering it's teardrop shape in the ebony blanket. The detail was immaculate, though the shake of his hand from the cold only caused him to withdraw moreso upon the rootnest of the oak; pulling his jacket and scarf tighter around him and trying to re-style some of his hair to keep his ears and face covered.
A thin rod of charcoal balanced perfectly offset behind his pale ear. His crazed bangs wired out with directions of timeless space without sleep as did the faded rings around his eyes. His onyx eyes glittered once more with the frequent anticipation of the mysterious woods. Though, frequent was perhaps not such the word. He'd spent long enough following Aether through the streets and drawing sketches of her pretty features to have figured some sort of difference.
Slumping down beneath the same tree he had sat in on his last venture, Erinelle pushed his feet deep beneath the piles of leaves upon the mossy ground - finding a suitable root to rest his foot against as he grabbed a pad from his pocket. There wasn't a better time to just sit an observe.
Charcoal already dusted lightly upon his fingertips, the alumnus silently sketched out the area above him. The canopy of trees, the glistening stars, the midnight stretch of sky, and the full moon wavering it's teardrop shape in the ebony blanket. The detail was immaculate, though the shake of his hand from the cold only caused him to withdraw moreso upon the rootnest of the oak; pulling his jacket and scarf tighter around him and trying to re-style some of his hair to keep his ears and face covered.