Post by cadillac on Jan 15, 2012 0:54:24 GMT -5
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..You think you know how this story goes..
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The air had changed.
It was humid, the air thick in his lungs. It was nearly smothering, his lungs had difficulty deciphering oxygen from the rest. He wasn't too certain where he had ended up, his journey here was arduous & seemingly endless. His feet were weary, every muscle, tendon, and fiber of his being was worn and beaten. Eyes scanned the scenery that surrounded him, and delighted in the land that laid before him.
He had hardly touched all the glory to be had in this particular region. The grasses were emerald green, richly hued & with a bold, crisp clean taste that seemed to refresh him down to his very soul. The trees were fairly dense, a clearing rare in the overgrowth. The few meadows were spectacular however, full of chest-tall grasses, and waves of flowers, unusual and gorgeous. Spanish moss dangled like lacy, delicate tendrils from the forests furthest from the beach. And the beaches...pearly sands at which lapped the brilliant turquoise waters which were deceptively shallow. One could see the brightly colored tropical fish from the shore, darting just under the crystal surface. Various creatures, from frogs to large vibrant butterflies in all shapes and colors were to be seen, although there are more devious things lurking in the darkness, sheltered from view.
But no such things greeted him, as he slowly scouted the territory. He spent the following few days here, sleeping lightly under the protection of the trees, never resting for long. He covered miles, every possible route, he traveled it.
After taking the time to carefully determine the borders, the different terrain, the possible dangers, and the lack of leads he came upon a decision.
This was to be his, Everclear's land.
He would come to call it,
Vitalogy.
STATUS:: complete.
MUSE:: about 60%. Gotta get the feel for him somewhat.
NOTES::totally ripped the name from a Pearl Jam album. :][/size]
