Perceptive Procedures (Open)
Oct 21, 2015 1:12:27 GMT -6
Post by Mokobo on Oct 21, 2015 1:12:27 GMT -6
The time of morn is the time of life.
As the sun rose in the east, casting its first warm rays upon an emerald canopy, the jungle came to life. Trees rose toward the sky, their trunks condensed together into a maze of pillars. Upon leaved boughs birds and small rodents sang their songs of the dawn. Below other creatures scuttled across the thick compost of long-dead foliage, going about their early routines of gathering foods and assessing dangers. As the great orb of fire rose further into the sky the activities became less rampant, more orderly. Predators were about, and as such the peaceful creatures assumed a more docile nature, only exclaiming their voices when they felt safe or sensed a particular danger. By mid-noon the dense terrain of the jungle assumed a muffled silence, every small sound swallowed by the imposing trees that cast a warm, green aura from the bright Sol rising further toward the sky.
Such a muffled silence was soon broken by a most curious cacophony that cut through the otherwise concord atmosphere. Squirrel and jay alike grew silent as the commotion cultivated into a chant. The words would be indecipherable to the civilized being, their ears only perceiving nonsensical ravings. However the primal beasts of the forest stirred as the song increased in volume. Several birds fluttered upon the limbs of trees, edging ever closer to the approaching voice whilst fighting squirrels and other rodents for preferred seats. A tension spread like a wave before the ceaseless chant, the very forest stopping in its ordinary activities to observe the newcomer to their territory. The vanguard of the meddling mob of creatures grew, inquisitive inhabitants of the jungle chattering anxiously between one another. Their own chaotic canticles grew into a wave that heralded the harbinger of their unease/
As the bellowing became boisterous, a wave of silence once more preceded the source of the sound. Soon a single wolf could be viewed striding between the massive trees of the jungle. A most curious canine, and male at that, perused an aimless path as he sung his song shamelessly to the heavens. Chocolate fur moved fluidly with each motion, feathering outward as it reached the other growth upon the beast. An entire half of the beast was covered in deep green, bark-like growths. The crenulated crust stretched from the underside of the canine's snout to the his hidden underbelly. Similar formations flowed from between his perked ears to the tip of his tail, which swayed merrily behind him. Eyes of a similar color to the pliable plating, which protected the wolf, gazed upon the luscious landscape about. Unaware or uncaring of the troubles and dangers of the jungle this baffling beast ventured forth.
The songs he sang were of healing and encouragement. While an advanced being would perceive gibberish, primitive lifeforms would grasp to the mellifluous melody. Despite this verbal gap, any beast could discern that this denizen of the forest meant no direct harm to others. Any who listened to the warbling would be filled with a warm feeling of wholesomeness. Yet these songs were not meant for the souls of flesh and blood. Any who observed would obtain this knowledge if they took notice of how the brown-pelted wolf danced between each plant. His voice rose and fell, taking different tunes with each tree, each flower, and each weed. The aforementioned atmosphere never left the wolf's endless utterances, affirming accents permeating each syllable whether cried to the emerald heavens or whispered to the humble soil below.
So it was that Vita, dubbed the Wandering Sage, continued his endless work. A soft smile broke upon the wolf's lips as he muttered a welcoming mantra to a nearby hare. The long-eared rodent cocked its head slightly in curiosity before taking a tentative hop forward. The earthen hued wolf continued his song until his snout brushed gingerly against that of the rabbit. Quite suddenly the other creature stirred from its daze, bounding off into the brush without a second thought. Vita's chants ended as he let loose a wild whoop of mirth. For a moment he gazed at where the other critter had disappeared before continuing on his way, no longer exclaiming his song to the realm. In the absence of his primal psalm the world seemed to grow less bright. Yet the male was undeterred by and unaware of such feelings, and he simply continued to stride forth humming the same tune he had cried aloud but moments ago.
As the sun rose in the east, casting its first warm rays upon an emerald canopy, the jungle came to life. Trees rose toward the sky, their trunks condensed together into a maze of pillars. Upon leaved boughs birds and small rodents sang their songs of the dawn. Below other creatures scuttled across the thick compost of long-dead foliage, going about their early routines of gathering foods and assessing dangers. As the great orb of fire rose further into the sky the activities became less rampant, more orderly. Predators were about, and as such the peaceful creatures assumed a more docile nature, only exclaiming their voices when they felt safe or sensed a particular danger. By mid-noon the dense terrain of the jungle assumed a muffled silence, every small sound swallowed by the imposing trees that cast a warm, green aura from the bright Sol rising further toward the sky.
Such a muffled silence was soon broken by a most curious cacophony that cut through the otherwise concord atmosphere. Squirrel and jay alike grew silent as the commotion cultivated into a chant. The words would be indecipherable to the civilized being, their ears only perceiving nonsensical ravings. However the primal beasts of the forest stirred as the song increased in volume. Several birds fluttered upon the limbs of trees, edging ever closer to the approaching voice whilst fighting squirrels and other rodents for preferred seats. A tension spread like a wave before the ceaseless chant, the very forest stopping in its ordinary activities to observe the newcomer to their territory. The vanguard of the meddling mob of creatures grew, inquisitive inhabitants of the jungle chattering anxiously between one another. Their own chaotic canticles grew into a wave that heralded the harbinger of their unease/
As the bellowing became boisterous, a wave of silence once more preceded the source of the sound. Soon a single wolf could be viewed striding between the massive trees of the jungle. A most curious canine, and male at that, perused an aimless path as he sung his song shamelessly to the heavens. Chocolate fur moved fluidly with each motion, feathering outward as it reached the other growth upon the beast. An entire half of the beast was covered in deep green, bark-like growths. The crenulated crust stretched from the underside of the canine's snout to the his hidden underbelly. Similar formations flowed from between his perked ears to the tip of his tail, which swayed merrily behind him. Eyes of a similar color to the pliable plating, which protected the wolf, gazed upon the luscious landscape about. Unaware or uncaring of the troubles and dangers of the jungle this baffling beast ventured forth.
The songs he sang were of healing and encouragement. While an advanced being would perceive gibberish, primitive lifeforms would grasp to the mellifluous melody. Despite this verbal gap, any beast could discern that this denizen of the forest meant no direct harm to others. Any who listened to the warbling would be filled with a warm feeling of wholesomeness. Yet these songs were not meant for the souls of flesh and blood. Any who observed would obtain this knowledge if they took notice of how the brown-pelted wolf danced between each plant. His voice rose and fell, taking different tunes with each tree, each flower, and each weed. The aforementioned atmosphere never left the wolf's endless utterances, affirming accents permeating each syllable whether cried to the emerald heavens or whispered to the humble soil below.
So it was that Vita, dubbed the Wandering Sage, continued his endless work. A soft smile broke upon the wolf's lips as he muttered a welcoming mantra to a nearby hare. The long-eared rodent cocked its head slightly in curiosity before taking a tentative hop forward. The earthen hued wolf continued his song until his snout brushed gingerly against that of the rabbit. Quite suddenly the other creature stirred from its daze, bounding off into the brush without a second thought. Vita's chants ended as he let loose a wild whoop of mirth. For a moment he gazed at where the other critter had disappeared before continuing on his way, no longer exclaiming his song to the realm. In the absence of his primal psalm the world seemed to grow less bright. Yet the male was undeterred by and unaware of such feelings, and he simply continued to stride forth humming the same tune he had cried aloud but moments ago.