Post by Raven on Aug 8, 2009 21:53:37 GMT -5
It's hard to fly when you can't even run, once I had the world, but now I've got no one
A warm room shifted, the sound of a ketal whistle shooting across the other wise quite room.At this time of day the tea house was relativly empty.A man sat, arms folded infront of his chest. He sat at a marble counter, waiting for his check. He was obviously indian, his dark skin had a redish hue to it. Carson sat staring off into space, his icy green eyes blazing. He let the world blur. Watching nothing, seeing nothing. He brushed away the memories threatening at the verge of his mind.
Thoughts were hard, perhapse it was better to go threw life blank. If you refuse to remember maybe you'll forget. Carson let out a small sigh. As a young girl handed him a small piece of paper. Carson sighned it quikly, the waitress offered a small smile that was not returned. The man stood, quikly disapearing out the door. The tea had warmed him up a little, but the light chill in the air still hung, odd for this time of year. The man narrowed his ice colored eyes. Glancing around Carson pulled a thin silver whistle from his pocket. Pressing the devise to his lips carson blew, no sound came. Setting the whistle safely back into his pocket, Carson waited pulling his arms back into there crossed position against his chest.
With a low snarl a dog appeared. Its jet black pelt rippled in the shadows, a thick leather muzzle held its jaws together. The dog's head snapped up when it saw Carson.A low whimper slid threw its clamped jaws, than it split its maw as far as it could open and let out a loud woof. Its ice blue eyes brightened as it bounded forward. Carson smiled at the animal, ducking down he drew the dog up into a hug. "Good boy, Sheng" he said, patting the black german shepherd's head. Sheng grinned up at his master, as Carson took his muzzle off. Letting the dog fall back onto four legs. Glancing around himself the man suddenly dissapeared.
Standing in his place sat a black bird. Its feathers gleamed in the near darkness. It was a raven. Hopping forward the bird stared up at his dog, Sheng blinked. the dog smiled again, slopping his tongue across the raven's head. The large bird fluttered backwards, cawing in annoyance. Hopping forward again, it flapped its wings, coming to a hover. Carson landed lightlyon the shepherds back, the two black figures seemed to meld together. sheng turned, padding back intot the shadows, the raven on its back bobbed with its movments.
Thoughts were hard, perhapse it was better to go threw life blank. If you refuse to remember maybe you'll forget. Carson let out a small sigh. As a young girl handed him a small piece of paper. Carson sighned it quikly, the waitress offered a small smile that was not returned. The man stood, quikly disapearing out the door. The tea had warmed him up a little, but the light chill in the air still hung, odd for this time of year. The man narrowed his ice colored eyes. Glancing around Carson pulled a thin silver whistle from his pocket. Pressing the devise to his lips carson blew, no sound came. Setting the whistle safely back into his pocket, Carson waited pulling his arms back into there crossed position against his chest.
With a low snarl a dog appeared. Its jet black pelt rippled in the shadows, a thick leather muzzle held its jaws together. The dog's head snapped up when it saw Carson.A low whimper slid threw its clamped jaws, than it split its maw as far as it could open and let out a loud woof. Its ice blue eyes brightened as it bounded forward. Carson smiled at the animal, ducking down he drew the dog up into a hug. "Good boy, Sheng" he said, patting the black german shepherd's head. Sheng grinned up at his master, as Carson took his muzzle off. Letting the dog fall back onto four legs. Glancing around himself the man suddenly dissapeared.
Standing in his place sat a black bird. Its feathers gleamed in the near darkness. It was a raven. Hopping forward the bird stared up at his dog, Sheng blinked. the dog smiled again, slopping his tongue across the raven's head. The large bird fluttered backwards, cawing in annoyance. Hopping forward again, it flapped its wings, coming to a hover. Carson landed lightlyon the shepherds back, the two black figures seemed to meld together. sheng turned, padding back intot the shadows, the raven on its back bobbed with its movments.
If I needed someone to control me
If I needed someone to push me around, I would change my direction, and save myself before I drown
If I needed someone to push me around, I would change my direction, and save myself before I drown