Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Mar 14, 2010 16:03:24 GMT -5
In all my days of dreaming
Never once did I know
My dreams were leading me
Somewhere I shouldn't go
Never once did I know
My dreams were leading me
Somewhere I shouldn't go
The moon was unseeable far above the treetops, though its light trickled in through the rows of needles, illuminating the forest floor. A lone being wound his way without any real direction through the pines, stopping here and there to sniff, mark, sniff some more, walk some more. He seemed to be alone in the cold landscape, his pawpads hardened from days of trekking over the rocky soil bedded with needles.
Who was this cat? Time was his name, not a very common one but his nonetheless. He was a stout, stocky figure of tuxedo pattern, alternating between dark blue and bright ice blue, his neon yellow eyes glowing softly. A great horned owl hooted from high above, making the tom jump. It seems like I am the only living being for miles, here, he thought to himself, finding a mossy stone to sit on and rest. Bright eyes pierced the cold, dense darkness, ears pricked through the quiet. Well if nobody objects, I think I would like to live here. It is peaceful and surely has prey somewhere.
Most of the falling snow had been contained in the branches of the pines, save for a few patches here and there at their feet. This made the ground easy to travel, which Time appreciated after his days of searching for a home base. It was very dark, too, which meant that his nocturnal lifestyle would be complimented, as he was wide awake at that moment. I wonder what else is here, Time mused, stepping off the stone and padding into the darkness, committing his new territory to memory.
In all my days of wandering
Never once did I deny
That my dreams had brought me here
And from my dreams I'll die
Never once did I deny
That my dreams had brought me here
And from my dreams I'll die
