Post by }xx.£eaƒm∞n , , on Nov 26, 2010 20:56:01 GMT -5
In all my days of dreaming,
Never once did I know
That my dreams were leading me
Somewhere I shouldn't go.
[/font][/size][/color]Never once did I know
That my dreams were leading me
Somewhere I shouldn't go.
The air was still and crisp, autumn making it clear to the forests that it was now in power, with a low moon sheepishly peering through the pines above. A singular form moved slowly and with quiet authority, his bright yellow eyes scanning the banks of the pond. A thin veil of ice seemed to be draped over the steady waters, and a feeling of frost in the morning could be felt on the breeze. Not another soul seemed willing to share the night with the lone male, who had settled onto his haunches to observe the serene area.
Time was the name of the blue-hued feline, patterned like a tuxedo cat and built strongly and somewhat cob-like. He curled back his whisker-pads slightly, taking in a biting breath of the air. Once more, he found no traces of a resident, much less one of the cat kind, though there were hints that other animals were here long ago. Rising, the male padded softly to where a gnarled and old looking tree was clinging desperately to a high bank of the pond, its roots exposed and twisted throughout. He nosed cautiously between roots and checked for scents or signs of traffic, but the possible den seemed vacant, lonely even. With some moss, feathers, fur of prey, or even soft pine needles, Time figured he could make a warm den for the coming winter. Turning back towards the eerie yet calm pine forest he had entered, the navy tom set forward, eyes flickering to look for den materials. This land now had an owner, and he now had a home.
In all my days of wandering,
Never once did I deny
That my dreams had led me here,
And from my dreams I'll die.
[/font][/size][/color]Never once did I deny
That my dreams had led me here,
And from my dreams I'll die.
