Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Jan 1, 2010 11:08:37 GMT -5
Laboriously, he climbed the mounds of rocks that formed a rubble staircase leading to an enormous stone platform. It was built up of rough layers, squeezed together with cracks of dust that blocked moss from growing there. Such dryness from the scorching Sun and its temperature bleached the surface of these mounds, cracking some and weathering lines on others. There was a muddy stripe marked on a few of the stones, as tracks of a mammal having rested there earlier had led from a murky puddle at the base of the stone platform. Wind and Rain had dampened the area and been trapped unable to evaporate.
He was usually always somewhere near water...but this time, he was under a sky of fast moving and colour changing clouds, making his way to the highest level in wildlife territory.
The vast sky was low above him as the weather switched back and forth between Cloudy and Sunny. His face was shadowed as he gazed into the distance from the ledge he had reached, and saw columns of light cut through grey edged clouds to spotlight patches of swaying grass. The shades of the grass were lighter under that highlight and appeared to resemble the wheat in a field of gold. Beyond there, he glimpsed a massive crack that zig zagged across this wide open space, to divide it.
Here, the flora flourished and the earth was of fertile soil and there, dried bark of fallen trees were blown around on sandy ground surrounded by what seemed to be skeletal remains of various species. Noctis pulled down the small silver zip at the top of his collar until it dangled at the end of his throat, exposing his face fully to the heat. It was getting colder though as a thunderstorm was approaching but the humidity was trapped in the material of his clothes very impractically.
He stood at the edge of the wondrous stone structure to see all beneath him. As the patterns in the sky morphed, the tinge of his iris weaved in dark moody tones and in this marveling silence, not even his conscience questioned him.
An eagle screeched far ahead and glided away; his heart thumped at an irregular pace and he placed a gloved hand over it, feeling a trembling weakness there. The clatter of hooves sounded and faded, the tremors it made tipped a shard of rock off the edge so that it plummeted from the dangerous height; there was so much more to this world than his own.
Noctis stepped over the edge into air and allowed himself a reason for the unsteady beating in his chest. He was free falling. Climbing, slipping and falling...was he to lay there...?
Reaching for something alone...he was starving for something here...undying...
The coat billowed as he fell through steadily, facing the sky, his arms spread in embrace of the nothingness; It was rippling on him as his hair flowed unplastered to his skin. Gravity dragged him quickly but it felt indefinitely long... and his breathing stopped. There was something, someplace or someone to wait for...but was there any hope for today...? Blinking hard once, counting everything memorable in this lifetime, he was no longer about to die.
There was no impact or collision, just a thud of his boot. He pivoted on one heel so that now, as he stood where he had been seconds before, overlooking the plains. Noctis was not frontally facing the same vision he had been looking at now. His body was turned to walk away, back down the bouldered pathway but he didn't move and merely looked down where he'd dropped himself, musing as the echo of a thunder hammered in the background though the tingle of the Sun's rays stayed with him.
He was usually always somewhere near water...but this time, he was under a sky of fast moving and colour changing clouds, making his way to the highest level in wildlife territory.
The vast sky was low above him as the weather switched back and forth between Cloudy and Sunny. His face was shadowed as he gazed into the distance from the ledge he had reached, and saw columns of light cut through grey edged clouds to spotlight patches of swaying grass. The shades of the grass were lighter under that highlight and appeared to resemble the wheat in a field of gold. Beyond there, he glimpsed a massive crack that zig zagged across this wide open space, to divide it.
Here, the flora flourished and the earth was of fertile soil and there, dried bark of fallen trees were blown around on sandy ground surrounded by what seemed to be skeletal remains of various species. Noctis pulled down the small silver zip at the top of his collar until it dangled at the end of his throat, exposing his face fully to the heat. It was getting colder though as a thunderstorm was approaching but the humidity was trapped in the material of his clothes very impractically.
He stood at the edge of the wondrous stone structure to see all beneath him. As the patterns in the sky morphed, the tinge of his iris weaved in dark moody tones and in this marveling silence, not even his conscience questioned him.
An eagle screeched far ahead and glided away; his heart thumped at an irregular pace and he placed a gloved hand over it, feeling a trembling weakness there. The clatter of hooves sounded and faded, the tremors it made tipped a shard of rock off the edge so that it plummeted from the dangerous height; there was so much more to this world than his own.
Noctis stepped over the edge into air and allowed himself a reason for the unsteady beating in his chest. He was free falling. Climbing, slipping and falling...was he to lay there...?
Reaching for something alone...he was starving for something here...undying...
The coat billowed as he fell through steadily, facing the sky, his arms spread in embrace of the nothingness; It was rippling on him as his hair flowed unplastered to his skin. Gravity dragged him quickly but it felt indefinitely long... and his breathing stopped. There was something, someplace or someone to wait for...but was there any hope for today...? Blinking hard once, counting everything memorable in this lifetime, he was no longer about to die.
There was no impact or collision, just a thud of his boot. He pivoted on one heel so that now, as he stood where he had been seconds before, overlooking the plains. Noctis was not frontally facing the same vision he had been looking at now. His body was turned to walk away, back down the bouldered pathway but he didn't move and merely looked down where he'd dropped himself, musing as the echo of a thunder hammered in the background though the tingle of the Sun's rays stayed with him.
