Post by Frost-Thane102 on Nov 28, 2010 2:59:28 GMT -5
Buried in the dark corners of a black forest, head thumping with the song of drums and ears ringing with the guitar. Hand gripping charcoal it moved of its own will across the blackened paper. Lips moving silently to words Kelly slowly followed the lines of her drawing, running her fingers across the charcoal marks, smudging them to what she thought of as perfection.
She paused and looked up at the half moon through her heavy black lashes, searching the sky for some sort of inspiration.
She dropped her charcoal and picked up her MP3 player, searching through her songs until she settled on one that suited her picture.
She leaned back and followed the lines of trees as the song started picking up.
Circling your, circling your, circling your head.
She picked up her charcoal and pressed it to the paper again, letting it choose its own path to take. A battled was waging across the page, centaurs jumping and thrashing as elves wove in and out of the chaos. Under the earth they shed blood on younglings, elders and warriors alike cowered, hiding from the danger. Now trees started shooting out roots to protect them as they pushing their branches through the soil and tackling the warring sides.
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“Who’s there?”
Kelly paused in the process of adding details to the two leaders. A large fearsome centaur brandishing an axe and a tall but frail elf holding a crossbow.
Back off, I’ll take you on.
There it was again, a crunch of leaves under foot.
There’s someone here, Coon sang in Kelly's head, making her jump and drop her charcoal.
She paused and looked up at the half moon through her heavy black lashes, searching the sky for some sort of inspiration.
She dropped her charcoal and picked up her MP3 player, searching through her songs until she settled on one that suited her picture.
She leaned back and followed the lines of trees as the song started picking up.
Circling your, circling your, circling your head.
She picked up her charcoal and pressed it to the paper again, letting it choose its own path to take. A battled was waging across the page, centaurs jumping and thrashing as elves wove in and out of the chaos. Under the earth they shed blood on younglings, elders and warriors alike cowered, hiding from the danger. Now trees started shooting out roots to protect them as they pushing their branches through the soil and tackling the warring sides.
~
“Who’s there?”
Kelly paused in the process of adding details to the two leaders. A large fearsome centaur brandishing an axe and a tall but frail elf holding a crossbow.
Back off, I’ll take you on.
There it was again, a crunch of leaves under foot.
There’s someone here, Coon sang in Kelly's head, making her jump and drop her charcoal.