A white bird flew into the caves and made the vieragose all stare, it was
pure music against the hard, stonewalls. It wasn't the appearance of the
bird that caught their attention; it was the whistling and the beating of
its wings, for the caves were often quiet.
Speaking was rare, for they had developed a whole new language, without discussing it; they all had the same thoughts. It had no name, it was just glances. There was no certain look for one particular word. The only time they spoke was when they laughed at the conversation, or could not find a glance to compare with it.
When this bird flew in, it almost scared them with the sound. Finally it landed on a tall figure, brunette, yellow eyes. (I'll explain the whole thing on the eye color later)
She flicked the bird, before it flew off in a flurry of feathers. The white angel fell on a man, old and gray hair and green eyes.
The bird felt safe after a few seconds, and then began its long sad song.
The man's bearded face went paler than the moment before. He sighed a broken sigh,
"C-C-C-Colin is dead," he stammered.
Collin (this was Contallion's nick-name) collapsed on the floor, all laughed "This could be serious! Be civilized!"
He shouted over the crowd (I would like to point out the man you probably imagined him to look like was old, shaggy 88-year-old. He is only 35)
Contallion got up and smoothed her long blonde hair down her back, the of it was red and had been neatly left unbraided,
"Not a word spoken from your mouth has been serious! None of us are civilized! As much as we fool each other into thinking we are kind are sweet, none are speaking the truth!" She got up on the chair, "stop being idiots!"
The bird had not yet left the cave, its song began a proud laliby.
A fiendish grin crossed the shaggy mans face, " So. do you think you can handle this.this task? How about you help the ring something or others?"
Contolion fell off the chair and onto the hard stone floor.
Gasping for air she recorcovered, "What? Me? What? WHAT!?!?!!?!?!?"
After that she blanked out entirely until she was out over a large crystal lake.
Although the lake was fantasticly beautiful, it startled her and caused her to stop the fanning of her wings and come crashing down over the peaceful harmony.
As she sunk under the little ripples of the lake, she felt her golden, red-tipped hair get tangled in the weeds and grasses followed by the erie pain of the strands being torn from her soft scalp.
Finally she became short of breath and began to panic, soon she felt her feet touch the sunken, relief that was the mud.
she not only thought that the bottom meant that she couldn't sink any lower, but that also meant a kick off to the top, which meant a whole lot a fun.
She bent her knees and placed her callused feet on the mud and jumped... she flew into the surface.
Gasping for breath, she peered around her surroundings.
Speaking was rare, for they had developed a whole new language, without discussing it; they all had the same thoughts. It had no name, it was just glances. There was no certain look for one particular word. The only time they spoke was when they laughed at the conversation, or could not find a glance to compare with it.
When this bird flew in, it almost scared them with the sound. Finally it landed on a tall figure, brunette, yellow eyes. (I'll explain the whole thing on the eye color later)
She flicked the bird, before it flew off in a flurry of feathers. The white angel fell on a man, old and gray hair and green eyes.
The bird felt safe after a few seconds, and then began its long sad song.
The man's bearded face went paler than the moment before. He sighed a broken sigh,
"C-C-C-Colin is dead," he stammered.
Collin (this was Contallion's nick-name) collapsed on the floor, all laughed "This could be serious! Be civilized!"
He shouted over the crowd (I would like to point out the man you probably imagined him to look like was old, shaggy 88-year-old. He is only 35)
Contallion got up and smoothed her long blonde hair down her back, the of it was red and had been neatly left unbraided,
"Not a word spoken from your mouth has been serious! None of us are civilized! As much as we fool each other into thinking we are kind are sweet, none are speaking the truth!" She got up on the chair, "stop being idiots!"
The bird had not yet left the cave, its song began a proud laliby.
A fiendish grin crossed the shaggy mans face, " So. do you think you can handle this.this task? How about you help the ring something or others?"
Contolion fell off the chair and onto the hard stone floor.
Gasping for air she recorcovered, "What? Me? What? WHAT!?!?!!?!?!?"
After that she blanked out entirely until she was out over a large crystal lake.
Although the lake was fantasticly beautiful, it startled her and caused her to stop the fanning of her wings and come crashing down over the peaceful harmony.
As she sunk under the little ripples of the lake, she felt her golden, red-tipped hair get tangled in the weeds and grasses followed by the erie pain of the strands being torn from her soft scalp.
Finally she became short of breath and began to panic, soon she felt her feet touch the sunken, relief that was the mud.
she not only thought that the bottom meant that she couldn't sink any lower, but that also meant a kick off to the top, which meant a whole lot a fun.
She bent her knees and placed her callused feet on the mud and jumped... she flew into the surface.
Gasping for breath, she peered around her surroundings.