(Since I am locked out of my writing blog....Here's a snippet of stuff)
Within moments we had slipped undiscovered, into the evening shadows that merely played at penetrating the edges of the great woods. Its mighty canopy pushed back at the sky with a deep cool darkness that taunted the light of even the brightest sun and moons. I pulled myself up onto the back of the Khier Horse and stroked his glossy neck allowing myself a long sigh.Then I loosened the sling that held my little Murkah so close. Fari, looking content, stretched slowly, bunched herself up then slowly yawned and draped herself across his withers.
The Khier Horse would be invaluable camouflage. Looking down at his well muscled shoulders, I marveled as they shimmered and darkened to match the rapidly depleting light. His coat resembled the dusty velvet scales of a great black butterfly's wings. I had seen these kinds of transformations thousands of times, yet still they amazed me. The soft fabric of my hooded cloak, which I pulled up now and spread over the pack behind me was woven with deep magic that mimicked what nature did for him alone. A few seconds slower, it deepened in tone to nearly match the Khier Horse. I told myself then that this impossible escape must be possible. The consequences were unthinkable.
An hour into the forest and I knew the Purh, the first moon, was rising in the sky high above though I could not see it. In a few hours Nya would follow, challenging Purh with it's brighter though smaller glow. Back at my temple, my trusted Sara would be pretending to attend to me, clearing my evening meal after most likely, she herself had partaken of it as per my instructions. I had heard no bells, no cries of alarm so it seemed likely I had indeed escaped the city undetected. A spark of hope lighted in my core.
So how do you guys like me throwing snippets of writing from somewhere, it could be anywhere, out of context at you?
Does it make you curious about the rest of the story and what's it about? Or do you find it annoying?
Maybe you don't even care because you don't read my writing posts. I'm curious.
Marking a line break looks like prose / instead v verse which I cast posts and comments.
I like writing.