Malicious
A twisted tree trunk protrudes out of the silt like earth, covered in crude knots and lanky dead branches; the trunk hovers over the small stretch of land it sits upon. The rough, callous bark of the foreboding tree a dark hazel splattered with sections of sunken grooves. A shadow casts upon the intruding tree, darkening the bottom section of the once splendid trunk to a sinister shade of black. The upper top half on the trunk splintered, as if its own structure and size had betrayed itself and broke the tree from the base. Golden light hits the top portion of the splintered trunk exposing the olive colored moss and stark grey lichen clinging onto the expiring tree for life. A slight breeze lightly blows the scent of decay masked …show more content…
The cow’s coat is as white as freshly fallen snow reflecting off the midday sun, the horns an exquisite amber, and its stature stately, almost godlike. The beast’s whole appearance looks unnatural and abnormal. The cow stands splendid yet forsaken, as if it is doomed to walk the earth alone, separated. With a mix of fear and longing it peers with big hazel eyes across the pool on the other shore at three distant bulls, each an ashen grey and each staring back at the confined cow, a look of distaste is noticeable within their gaze. Located on the same stretch of land sits Mercury, glimmering in elegant gold robes against the barren, dark soil which surrounds the two similar to the sun far in the distance penetrating the growing gray clouds above. On his mess of hair proudly sits his mighty herald cap, fluttering like a bird with a broken wing who can not fly off with their family, exiled and forgotten. A wooden reed instrument presses against his handsome face and with expertise and precision he plays. A pleasing yet lonely song floods the gorge, trapped within the stone walls and echoing through the rocky shores, creating an ethereal sound mixing with the resonance of running water and chirping crickets. Sitting on the rocky earth, Argus dumbfoundingly watches the god play the flute with ease. His cherry red robe picking up the silt from the earth. His muscular and massive body relax to the soft melody which envelops him, detaching him from reality. Argus’ sea green eyes glazes over, the distinct aroma of the still water and the soft smell of the buzzy forest carried by the breeze puts him in a
A twisted tree trunk protrudes out of the silt like earth, covered in crude knots and lanky dead branches; the trunk hovers over the small stretch of land it sits upon. The rough, callous bark of the foreboding tree a dark hazel splattered with sections of sunken grooves. A shadow casts upon the intruding tree, darkening the bottom section of the once splendid trunk to a sinister shade of black. The upper top half on the trunk splintered, as if its own structure and size had betrayed itself and broke the tree from the base. Golden light hits the top portion of the splintered trunk exposing the olive colored moss and stark grey lichen clinging onto the expiring tree for life. A slight breeze lightly blows the scent of decay masked …show more content…
The cow’s coat is as white as freshly fallen snow reflecting off the midday sun, the horns an exquisite amber, and its stature stately, almost godlike. The beast’s whole appearance looks unnatural and abnormal. The cow stands splendid yet forsaken, as if it is doomed to walk the earth alone, separated. With a mix of fear and longing it peers with big hazel eyes across the pool on the other shore at three distant bulls, each an ashen grey and each staring back at the confined cow, a look of distaste is noticeable within their gaze. Located on the same stretch of land sits Mercury, glimmering in elegant gold robes against the barren, dark soil which surrounds the two similar to the sun far in the distance penetrating the growing gray clouds above. On his mess of hair proudly sits his mighty herald cap, fluttering like a bird with a broken wing who can not fly off with their family, exiled and forgotten. A wooden reed instrument presses against his handsome face and with expertise and precision he plays. A pleasing yet lonely song floods the gorge, trapped within the stone walls and echoing through the rocky shores, creating an ethereal sound mixing with the resonance of running water and chirping crickets. Sitting on the rocky earth, Argus dumbfoundingly watches the god play the flute with ease. His cherry red robe picking up the silt from the earth. His muscular and massive body relax to the soft melody which envelops him, detaching him from reality. Argus’ sea green eyes glazes over, the distinct aroma of the still water and the soft smell of the buzzy forest carried by the breeze puts him in a