Post by scrimpy on Jun 1, 2008 15:37:56 GMT -5
ka·tas·tro·phe
[/center][/b][/color]Away from the sun's painful heat, and concealed the midnight fog's protection brought relief to the weary beings that resided on this slipper slope. The fog quieted the world around them, separating them from reality with its ominous aura. Low lying clouds engulfed the foot of the canyons, leaving the upper canyons free to gaze up at the heavens. Puddles of stagnant water from the last downpour clung to the canyon side like ticks to deer. Slowly the water etches itself into the mountain, making this already unsteady rocky surface even more treacherous to navigate. The fade red colors of the canyon was lit only by a moon and stars; no more street lights helped guide travelers or even stray planes over a night sky offered that familiar hope that the night wasn't as dark or fearful as we thought. This allowed the majesty of an old canyon to whither in peace like any old ruler of the land should. Battle scars of where landslides had worn away at the old king remained visible; leaving clear warnings that you took your risk when entering such an inhospitable shelter. The molting or balding of the canyon's vegetation made the soil as loose and untamable as the inhabitants of this ominous place. Sparse grasses sprouted in the most erratic and senseless places which made them vulnerable to the canyon's wrath. Where they weren't vulnerable to the canyon's wrath, they would have to endure the sun's violent rays day after day after day. The boulders were not as wise either. Like infected sores on an aging wolf, they stuck out just daring you to touch them and face their wrath. Some defied odds by their odd positions and shapes. Even in the sparse wind you could see and hear a few stray rocks tittering on the edge of life and death. Small rocks were being kicked down by the water flowing down the canyon side. The clicking and clattering brought no sign of mercy to any of the souls whom had carved out a life and living on this mountain side. But this was the kind of place that one lone soul craved for. The solitude and murderous threats did not even sway her as she moved the rocks beneath her hooves.
Vivid hazel eyes guided the wandering soul across the steep ledges of the canyons. The soft tracks of her hooves showed her progress as she descended into the depths of this lifeless region. Each step had been taken with caution as her eyes reminded her of how high she still was above the floor of this cryptic canyon. The aroma of a recent victim rose upwards, warning others to hold onto the sides of the canyons if they wished to live, but for those like Katastrophe who sought out a place of solitude would gladly risk death in hopes of being free from the realities of the harsh world above. And as she continued to descend into this hidden paradise she was met with the wonders of an underworld. Her barrel would occasionally touch the side walls which were smooth, and to some degree soft because of a thick dusty coating. The multi-layers of sediment was provided great contrast to the different eras of this place's history. The occasional white outline of primitive bones from underwater organisms would pop out, providing one with questions as to what it would have been like to explore this place back then, in another time. Her mind could only be distracted for a few precious moments before she would have to remember how difficult each step was when your body was supported on nothing but thin stilts that could easily break. Keeping three points of contacted at all times made this descent all the more challenging for the prime Katastrophe. This was no challenge though. The muscles body and experienced mind worked in harmony. The only complaint this feminine would have would be the female mosquitoes that waited to taste the blood of this equine so that they could reproduce more of their kind. Otherwise the music was created from the gifted cicadas and grasshoppers, along with a few nocturnal avians. Tossing her grey mane behind her head, Katastrophe gave a small glance over the edge. It was a five story drop or so, but when she turned her gaze upwards the mare saw that she was closer to the ground here than the ground above.
Rain drizzled down the rocks, washing away her presence. Dust rolled in clumps as it tumbled downwards and off the ledges. Smirking, Katastrophe looked upwards towards the heavens in a confused smile. Was this a sign that everything she had been through was being washed away, making this a new beginning? Or was this just foretelling that her same cycle of coming and going was about to repeat once again on this new land? Whatever the reason, the mare found herself sliding downwards on a slippery slope. Al friction between hooves and ground was severed by the rushing water. Rocks and stones fell from their places as the water coaxed them to move. No force would escape the wrath of the canyon, especially as he thundered out his enjoyment through the thunder. Her grey coat became drench in the downpour. In the limit light her eyes could make out the bottom of the canyon. Taking control of her scrambling hooves, the feminine moved them in the graceless fashion of a gallop. The blackened grey nares open wide for maximum oxygen as she propelled her body forward. Her eyes watched as the decaying log at the bottom of the slope became nearer and nearer with her every step. The grey hooves left the ground as Katastrophe's body glided effortlessly over the log. All four hooves touched the soft wet ground of the canyon floor with joy. Gradually her pace lessened into a walk. Katastrophe's hooves struck the ground softly as she wandered around the canyon floor, finding that most of the ledges and loose vegetation protected most equines from the rain. Instead t drizzled down the walls creating erie but spectacular pictures when lightening would light up the sky. Shifting her body, the feminine walked proudly with a humble pride in each step, mesmerized by the beauty of this canyon.
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[ooc]yup. open to anyone. :][/ooc]