Post by rain2 on Jan 23, 2011 16:43:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,440,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=e2e2e2][atrb=style, padding: 10px; font-family: arial;] ASHER SAT UPON A ROCK OUTCROPPING while he forlornly tended to Mizar. She was peacefully currently defacing the hillside, tearing up what little, meager grass she could manage to get her mandibles on. As for our Assyrian prince, he was currently chattering his teeth so loud that even Jupiter would be able to hear him from all the way above. Sniffing dejectedly before tugging his thin muffler over his shoulders, Asher got up and took Mizar by the reins and led his camel back down the hill. IT WASN'T TO SAY THAT THE SLOPE WAS STEEP, it was the fact of being rather slippery at this time of the year. No more after taking a step forwards, Asher managed to find his peripheral vision of the world spinning like a top, and the moment his body finally stopped tumbling like Mercury's laundry he found himself face-flat upon the snow. As he struggled to get up, Mizar skillfully trotted over to him before snorting derisively as if in laughter. THE WINTER WIND WAS UNFORGIVING as it continuously blew its way through the city. As soon as his face touched the stinging snow, he felt his eyes droop from weariness. Ahh... if only he hadn't foolishly journeyed without taking precautions... but then again, he was Asher Al Halbi Alioth-Rasalas. The most foolish prince of them all. When Mizar noticed that her master was unmoving from the cold, she gave another loud snort, this time of alarm, and began to stamp at the ground nervously, grunting with fear. made by love solfege of ote |