Post by DEMETRI THORNE on Mar 14, 2010 22:02:36 GMT -5
FORGOTTTEN THOUGHTS OF YESTERDAYS
Despite the thick blanket of night that fell softly across the earth there was an almost ghastly glow to the air. Perhaps it was merely the stars reflecting off the banks of snow that had piled up beneath the stark, rough branches of the leafless trees. Not dead, just asleep. Asleep in a way that th res of the world had been for so long. Spring had been absent for years, and the winter had ruled with only a few lightening warm spells. Even winter was tired of winter. So the earth slept its habitual slumber, wakening every now and then to turn over and yawn in its proverbial bed. Yet not even all of the earth slept, for heat still resided and squirmed at the core beneath the feet of all who walked upon its loose and sliding surface, and it was this very same heat that warmed the man walking through the wood. If it had not been for his lack of jacket and boots, feet crackling the light layer of snow that had frozen slightly to ice, he might have appeared to be any other man. But he was the Earth, in all senses of the word. He did not slumber completely, though he felt oddly lethargic and morose, for there was still life in spite of the glittering snow. The majority of the trees were, it is true, oaks and maples whos leaves had long since fallen from their silent branches, but interspersed neatly were tall, kingly pines, their needled crowns reaching high into the cool night air. Mistletoe and holly lay draped and clustered about those self-same oaks, acting as ghastly funeral decorations. The man paused for a moment, reaching out to touch the waxy leaves of the winter greenery, noting with joy the way it livened to his touch, whispering in dry little plant voices to him. Smiling he listened, running a callused hand over his chin, prickly with the growth of a black beard that refused to be tamed. Skin that remained dark from the sun despite the weak summer sun stood out starkly as he knelt, uncaring, in the snow, his knees feeling a slight tinge of the cold. Carefully he cleared away some snow from the base of the woody stem of the plant. At first there was nothing, but at last a single green leaf became apparent and strove upward toward what glimpses of the clear night skies were visible through the stark arms of the trees. Standing he walked away, leaving a small circle of cleared ground around the new life that would soon grow as strong as it possibly could, even amongst the cold desolation of the snow.
Even as Demetri strode quickly away he knew the gesture, though pleasing momentarily, was all for naught. The plant might grow for now but it would die soon. All things died. Except for him that is. He just lived; lived through all the things he wished could kill him. Lived even as those around him died. It seemed as if that was the whole existence and purpose of the earth. To live on around and beneath that which dies. There was, however, one property of his nature that was less temporary and far more lasting. Stones. They formed the very foundation of his world, always there despite the plant life that died on top of them. When his life was rocked to the very core of his emotions he was forced to retreat to rock. Sure, wind and water might wear away at the formation and particles of the rock, but the intricate shapes made the rocks only stronger, not weaker as some people might assume. Slowly Demetri paced thorough the woods, heading toward his destination with some amount of wavering, struggling with his conflicting emotions. This was a place that always made him feel happier, that extinguished the sorrow that so often dwelled in his heart. Yet, at the same time, Aly had always loved this place. Aly, Aly, beautiful Aly! Dead like so much holly. She had lived so brightly, and he had loved her so much more than he had known was possible. But mortals must die, and die she did. Shaking his head the man ran a large hand through his dark, thick hair, trying to extract the memory of his long-dead wife with extreme difficulty. He was not here to think of her, inevitable though it was. No, he was here to replenish himself after such a long winter, to reawaken the ties that still held tight to the living. Thankfully the wait was not as long as he had wanted it to be, and he was soon reached the point that he had so desired to reach. Large boulders lay sprinkled lightly around the small clearing, grander replicas of the pebbles that had lain around the forest. A slow, expectant smile took over his rough face, as he strode over to his favorite seat. Hoisting himself up onto the cold boulder he sighed as he stroked the rough, streaked surface of the monolith. A slight glimmer kindled deep within the heart of the rock, spreading slowly through the layers created by time. He wasn’t quite sure why this happened when he came to this area, but he personally thought it was the stone’s memory of the molten center of the earth, its birthplace. Whatever the reason, the golden glow was absolutely beautiful. It permeated through the silent air, spreading from rock to rock to rock like some sort of smile on a busy day. For a moment, once blessed moment, no other thoughts entered his head, all of his worries gone. If only every day could be like this. If only every day had sights that brought to mind the smile of his lost Aly. But she would never come back, even if these rocks had seen her too. Even if these rocks were the only other things on the earth that had felt the warmth of her youthful touch.
ok, so, its been like a year since i last rped and this was broken up by a 6 hour stint at work. so thats why it sucks. it'll get better, promise.
