There is no pulpit here
Feb 8, 2015 2:02:47 GMT -5
Post by Bird is the word on Feb 8, 2015 2:02:47 GMT -5
It was quiet.
The snow had fallen in swaths of white, delicate rolling hills were like blankets to keep the world warm. When the sky fell black twinkling little flakes danced in the moonlight and the temperature froze what little life was left awake.
Under the veil of moonlight she had found this place. Snow decorated the long tower roofs with pristine, glowing carpets of white. It existed everywhere, brighter in the sunlight than it was in the deepest of nights. There were no paw prints until she trod upon the easy slope. Even then, the prints were light, delicate. Her paws fanned out small ruffs of snow away from the center of her weight, spreading out toward the world as though small waves. Walking across the frozen water was easy, she never sank.
Trees creaked overhead, ominously announcing the chill that threatened snapping. Branches were laden with weight they never carried during spring or summer. Supple trees had no problem supporting the sudden change but older branches bore it terribly with great snaps that echoed through the desolate wasteland of white.
Everything was eerie, including the toothless marvel of stone. The closer she got the more imposing and looming it became. Granted, it was far from frightening but even she could appreciate a marvel of imposition. Church appreciated the world, she truly did. Greater and bigger things than she would be regarded with reverence until such a time as it was no longer of use. The building would become a warm place to sleep until she felt ready to take on the greater part of the world.
Framed in cold, she walked through the aged stone archway into the main hall. Puffs of vapid air curled around her nostrils, dissipating in the air. She could hear no activity, could see even less as she disappeared within the darkness.
Part of the building was warmer than outside, tucked away from the elements to be kept dry Church was not surprised. It was a delicate looking building from the inside, something she thought not to expect upon arrival. Crumbled bits of old wall lingered to the far side of the long stone hallway which opened up like a gape toothed thing to a courtyard she decided to pass on exploring. Keeping her yellow gaze actively searching her surroundings she edged closer to what she thought of as a small room. It would do for the night, she reasoned, until she rose after a short nap to continue exploration.
// Closed for WARDOG
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