suspension -- the asylum

and i am nico.

the artisan lifted his brush and swung it across the sky. from their wooden pendelum, the bristles stroked virgin canvas; colouring its blanche with pastel pinks and dusty oranges and the sun sank lower in the hands of night. clouds departed the stage, their act completed -- a day of greyer skies and refreshing precipitation.

stained with dapples like rain drops, his anemic appearance resembled the welkin, a muddy grey that segregated him from the others. stars peeked through the blue haze, the northern wind, tousling rugged locks of the brute that loped beneath the chaotic skies. withers roll into an idle step, marble rocks tattooing the underlying lithosphere, and days go by.

redemption issued to any that still inhabited this place, a forsaken realm of vague intentions.

now i�m nothing.

ooc: yeah crap post. just an activity check though. i put faulty and broken dreams up on the herd board, but if you are somewhere else i wont be hurt, lol. ciaos people.