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VeggieLover · 08-28-2009, 02:17 PM

This is just a short little word sketch i wrote, if u've got the time, id appreciate feedback. Also, if you can think of a better name then Ivy, id appreciate it.

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It was the first fragile drops of sunrise that tickled Ivy’s cheeks and woke her. Playing off the dewdrops that had settled on each eyelash, the rays illuminated the canopy above, revealing each leaf’s delicate web of veins and, hidden among the dizzying green, the gold that would not show itself until late in the season. A joyful chorus greeted the Day, birds trilled ecstasy into the steaming morning while, unseen, the last of Night’s creatures skittered into the shadows to sleep. Here, Mother Nature reveled in every transition, every flutter and flight, every song. Here, the forest had a heartbeat of its own.
Blinking away the silk of playful spiders, the nymph sat up and stretched. A fast growing
Citatus Vine had wound itself around her ankle in the night. Careful not to harm it, she removed it from herself and wove it into the structure of her bed.
The nest sat cradled in the branches of an elm tree, constructed entirely of living branches, mosses, vines, and the occasional gift of down from a generous mother bird. To the untrained eye, her modest bed was virtually invisible, indeed, only she and her closest animal friends knew its hiding place. Here she slept during the warmer months of the year. From the branches of her Mother Tree she could hear virtually all of the activities of the forest, and greet the great orb of Grandmother Moon when she lifted her face above the trees. As long as Ivy’s elm was alive and well, so would she be, each protected the other.
Swinging silently down from the branches, she hit the forest floor in a crouch, her toes digging into the soft summer earth. A nymph lives in harmony with the creatures of the forest, but caution was nevertheless necessary. Listening attentively, she brushed her long auburn hair out of her emerald eyes and stood, bracing herself against the warm bark of the elm.
Had any human eye been around to see her, it would have been mystified, frozen, unable to even glance away. Her ivory skin contrasted deeply with the rich greens and browns that surrounded her, but reflected them too – so that she seemed to fade in and out of view, merging with her environment. As it was mid-summer and warm, there was no need to hinder her body with garments, but vines entangled themselves in her hair. In fact, upon closer look, it seemed that the vines had even succeeded in embedding themselves into her very skin. All up her back the faint green tendrils could be seen tracing the ripples of her muscle as she turned about to face her day. But what really caught the attention was her eyes. A man might be trapped forever looking into those eyes. It seemed that the endless wisdom of the ancient forest lay hidden in that elusive green. Storms that had ripped up saplings by the roots still raged there, but the soft drowsy summers of decades past resided there too, softening the forest’s pain with a blanket of time. Long lashes blinked calmly and curiously at the world around them, framing these huge windows into the soul of the forest. Like a fairy’s ring of mushrooms, Ivy’s eyes could trap and bind a mortal with a single glance, making his only wish be to run with her among the trees reflected in those deep pools of green.

08-28-2009, 02:17 PM	#18 (permalink)
VeggieLover Music?! Lets boogie! Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: CO Posts: 215	Not a song, but pls read neway This is just a short little word sketch i wrote, if u've got the time, id appreciate feedback. Also, if you can think of a better name then Ivy, id appreciate it. --------------------------------------- It was the first fragile drops of sunrise that tickled Ivy’s cheeks and woke her. Playing off the dewdrops that had settled on each eyelash, the rays illuminated the canopy above, revealing each leaf’s delicate web of veins and, hidden among the dizzying green, the gold that would not show itself until late in the season. A joyful chorus greeted the Day, birds trilled ecstasy into the steaming morning while, unseen, the last of Night’s creatures skittered into the shadows to sleep. Here, Mother Nature reveled in every transition, every flutter and flight, every song. Here, the forest had a heartbeat of its own. Blinking away the silk of playful spiders, the nymph sat up and stretched. A fast growing Citatus Vine had wound itself around her ankle in the night. Careful not to harm it, she removed it from herself and wove it into the structure of her bed. The nest sat cradled in the branches of an elm tree, constructed entirely of living branches, mosses, vines, and the occasional gift of down from a generous mother bird. To the untrained eye, her modest bed was virtually invisible, indeed, only she and her closest animal friends knew its hiding place. Here she slept during the warmer months of the year. From the branches of her Mother Tree she could hear virtually all of the activities of the forest, and greet the great orb of Grandmother Moon when she lifted her face above the trees. As long as Ivy’s elm was alive and well, so would she be, each protected the other. Swinging silently down from the branches, she hit the forest floor in a crouch, her toes digging into the soft summer earth. A nymph lives in harmony with the creatures of the forest, but caution was nevertheless necessary. Listening attentively, she brushed her long auburn hair out of her emerald eyes and stood, bracing herself against the warm bark of the elm. Had any human eye been around to see her, it would have been mystified, frozen, unable to even glance away. Her ivory skin contrasted deeply with the rich greens and browns that surrounded her, but reflected them too – so that she seemed to fade in and out of view, merging with her environment. As it was mid-summer and warm, there was no need to hinder her body with garments, but vines entangled themselves in her hair. In fact, upon closer look, it seemed that the vines had even succeeded in embedding themselves into her very skin. All up her back the faint green tendrils could be seen tracing the ripples of her muscle as she turned about to face her day. But what really caught the attention was her eyes. A man might be trapped forever looking into those eyes. It seemed that the endless wisdom of the ancient forest lay hidden in that elusive green. Storms that had ripped up saplings by the roots still raged there, but the soft drowsy summers of decades past resided there too, softening the forest’s pain with a blanket of time. Long lashes blinked calmly and curiously at the world around them, framing these huge windows into the soul of the forest. Like a fairy’s ring of mushrooms, Ivy’s eyes could trap and bind a mortal with a single glance, making his only wish be to run with her among the trees reflected in those deep pools of green. __________________ "Not remotely! Because iocaine comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you."