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« on: January 20, 2014, 04:46:11 pm »
As
Time
Fades...
The musty gray skies filled the upper area of the world, bringing the early Sunday morning a dull glow. Cumulus clouds danced upon the horizon, shielding eyes from the sun's warm glow. The moon still towered in the sky, not quite ready to take it's bidding upon the small town of Harven.
The old, worn-down streets scattered dust into the air, making the whole place seem like a foggy mess. Prints of Horseshoes were forever stamped into the dirt, never letting the moment the old stallion pressed his hoof into the ground, steering a carriage away from the filthy mess of an area. There were many residents here, yet they mostly preferred to tend to themselves, keeping their families locked up inside their little house, never to show their faces.
As the night made it's descent, the day took it's place, giving light and warmth to the streets. Faces peered through curtains inside windows, pondering if to take a leave from the dusty old house, and find life out in the streets. Then, one young maiden, who could only be around the age of fifteen or sixteen, took a step out of her small cottage, flowing hair in the wind.
A few others decided to make their life a little more...interesting. Creaking their doors open, some shielded their eyes from the sun, it's warm glaze was a new thing, since they had always been kept up in the shadows of their homes. Cautiously making their way outside, slowly, Harven was to teem with life.
Time
Fades...
The light above will shatter into pieces as darkness fills the world.
The musty gray skies filled the upper area of the world, bringing the early Sunday morning a dull glow. Cumulus clouds danced upon the horizon, shielding eyes from the sun's warm glow. The moon still towered in the sky, not quite ready to take it's bidding upon the small town of Harven.
The old, worn-down streets scattered dust into the air, making the whole place seem like a foggy mess. Prints of Horseshoes were forever stamped into the dirt, never letting the moment the old stallion pressed his hoof into the ground, steering a carriage away from the filthy mess of an area. There were many residents here, yet they mostly preferred to tend to themselves, keeping their families locked up inside their little house, never to show their faces.
As the night made it's descent, the day took it's place, giving light and warmth to the streets. Faces peered through curtains inside windows, pondering if to take a leave from the dusty old house, and find life out in the streets. Then, one young maiden, who could only be around the age of fifteen or sixteen, took a step out of her small cottage, flowing hair in the wind.
A few others decided to make their life a little more...interesting. Creaking their doors open, some shielded their eyes from the sun, it's warm glaze was a new thing, since they had always been kept up in the shadows of their homes. Cautiously making their way outside, slowly, Harven was to teem with life.