Post by REN on Oct 9, 2014 0:24:03 GMT
[ I miss you guys so much and so much has changed on the site. Lucifer's muse is the only one sticking with me, everyone else is just.. sleeping. Or their muse probably died. It is kind of like fish, you can't tell until they start floating in the water. ]
The hot temperature was something the splice had been expecting, it was a desert after all. Sand, dry heat, no water, but he had come out here anyways since the middle of nowhere seemed quiet and peaceful- something Lucifer had been looking forward to. The black paw-like feet occasionally sliding against the sand due to lack of friction, but he made his way pretty easily up the sand dunes. The long black tail was helping him keep balance, so he wouldn't fall down the hill he was heading up. Needless to say, this all created indents or imprints. The majority being of his tail swaying in the sand, creating smooth lines. As if he were painting, but the lines created nothing and were left at just that. Lines.
Upon reaching the top, Lucifer sat down to look over the great expansive of bleak nothingness. Sand from the dunes blew from the dunes, the sun heating up- but that was about it. Golden, slanted, hills full of heated particles and the blue sky above with the yellow sun was all there really was. Hah- yellow sun. Lucifer couldn't look at it long enough to distinguish its color, but it always seemed like a bright ball of yellow.
The hot temperature was something the splice had been expecting, it was a desert after all. Sand, dry heat, no water, but he had come out here anyways since the middle of nowhere seemed quiet and peaceful- something Lucifer had been looking forward to. The black paw-like feet occasionally sliding against the sand due to lack of friction, but he made his way pretty easily up the sand dunes. The long black tail was helping him keep balance, so he wouldn't fall down the hill he was heading up. Needless to say, this all created indents or imprints. The majority being of his tail swaying in the sand, creating smooth lines. As if he were painting, but the lines created nothing and were left at just that. Lines.
Upon reaching the top, Lucifer sat down to look over the great expansive of bleak nothingness. Sand from the dunes blew from the dunes, the sun heating up- but that was about it. Golden, slanted, hills full of heated particles and the blue sky above with the yellow sun was all there really was. Hah- yellow sun. Lucifer couldn't look at it long enough to distinguish its color, but it always seemed like a bright ball of yellow.
