Mischief
Bats fly by day
Bats fly by night
Giving the team
Another fright
Tensions are high
Strung too tight
Won’t be long
Before there’s a fight.
Search
Brothers and sisters, sisters and brothers
Almost complete, yet seeking another
Fire and water, water and fire
Opposites attracting, our need is dire. Continue reading
Few experiences embody it as well as flying. This spoken by a land mammal. The sensation of coursing through the, air, above the clouds, ripples through the core with amazing terror.
One can only imagine the change in belief structure that must occur when flight is at your fingertips, or more likely, wingtips. Where the sky is indeed the limit and the fear of falling never sinks its primal teeth into delicate flesh, such freedom must convey a spatial rapture beyond reckoning.
I have flown in my dreams and not only were they some of the most memorable adventures, but they are also the ones I would relive most readily.
Something in Merinde’s timbre dug into Seravis’ resolve. His tongue darted out to caress his lips with fervent need.
The hush of the hundreds of patrons was adding to the unnerving element, but the young man held his ground, sitting back once more with arms folded across his chest. He twirled fingers at Merinde, indicating that the move was still hers.
“I should say, the Last Dance has been the most interesting, without a doubt,” she said, eyes dropping to the board once more, “I’m sure you will find such truth to be evident in very short order.”
Merinde picked up her final catwalker and set it down within striking distance of Seravis’ archelemental. Her hand then returned to rest with practiced ease over the ring of keys. Continue reading
Trimba’s antler touch thrummed with the sky currents. The invisible seas were in tidal shift and promising the song of life tears. Such did not shed hope on shortening the following. His lifeblood resonated further as his long neck swept down to read the passage of flesh among the tasty-blades. The great stag’s nose twitched, sorting the decay variants and assessing the hoof strides until they ran with the prey. A snort-sneeze erupted from him, and a shake of the rack set the scent right.
“I know, lad,” an ancient hand rested upon the muscled shoulder of venison, “Rain is coming, and the daylight hints at bedtime sooner than we’d like. I say we still have a chance though. The rock pass is in our favor.” Continue reading
The lizardman suddenly found the conversation growing to be three-way; though more complicated for him personally, it was a welcome transition from the stolid silence that had suffused the gathering at first.
Taking advantage of the pause in which Borlak seemed to be gathering his thoughts, the Silveraean turned his calm attention upon Rôhn; he had scrutinized the Dwarf well enough earlier during the debacle with the horse, and so had no need to narrow his own eyes in return.
“That meeting has become an honored part of our own history; the Dwarves have proven to be true allies since that day,” he replied. The words weren’t what he might have chosen in other circumstances, but he’d been on the surface long enough to recognize and return the more formal style of speech that was often used there. Still, recognizing that the situation couldn’t stand entirely on formality, he slipped a bit back towards his more customary cadence. “One day shall I look upon this relief, perhaps? It would be a happy thing to see, I think.” Continue reading