silken-angel In reply to Esk-Masterlist [2018-12-30 19:44:49 +0000 UTC]
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The low hum of cicadas can be heard along the edges of a wide clearing. Sprawling hills roll out to meet with tall, cold mountains in the distance as a warm breeze spreads across the expanse of tall grasses surrounding a small pond. This place feels forbidden, a temporal aura hangs in the air. The pond is remote and a secret, known only by the gnarled old tree hanging over it. Its branches clatter together as the wind weaves its way through the cattails and sod of the pond's shores, its leaves long gone through decades of age. A gentle sloshing sound can be heard as a small pale beast wades its way out from the protective clumps of marsh growth. It flutters its small, pointed wings, tiny droplets of water flicking this way and that as it shakes its head at the same time, its pale iridescent plumage swelling and undulat
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