Post by magasushi on Jul 9, 2012 21:01:56 GMT -5
Victor stood in the lumbering mansion's shadow, a tiny speck in the dark wash.
The cool gusts of wind rattled the house and it seemed to lean sideways as it's wood screeched. The coffee colored tom shivered.
He had been meaning to make his way back to Jasper's beach, but today he'd decided to take a new route home. He wanted to pass by the Frozen Palace and meet his old friend, a palace shade who called himself Brenson. But this old building had caught his attention.
The way the wind whistled through the cracks in it's walls and the way the deck moaned in the stress--it was like it was singing.
Not one of the songs a beggar played on the streets--but an eerie collection of haunting and ragged notes that made him cringe but smile at the same time.
It made him feel like the mansion was almost calling him. Luring him in. His brightly colored gaze swept around him, searching for another soul.
He took a step up onto the dark house's porch. The tom ran his paw along the dusty railing. IThe platform wasn't very sturdy, but it woud hold him.
He took another jump up, then a few more light steps, and soon he was at the door. It was cracked and the hinges frayed. He laughed under his breath and his tail gently brushed over his paws.
He loved this place.
The cool gusts of wind rattled the house and it seemed to lean sideways as it's wood screeched. The coffee colored tom shivered.
He had been meaning to make his way back to Jasper's beach, but today he'd decided to take a new route home. He wanted to pass by the Frozen Palace and meet his old friend, a palace shade who called himself Brenson. But this old building had caught his attention.
The way the wind whistled through the cracks in it's walls and the way the deck moaned in the stress--it was like it was singing.
Not one of the songs a beggar played on the streets--but an eerie collection of haunting and ragged notes that made him cringe but smile at the same time.
It made him feel like the mansion was almost calling him. Luring him in. His brightly colored gaze swept around him, searching for another soul.
He took a step up onto the dark house's porch. The tom ran his paw along the dusty railing. IThe platform wasn't very sturdy, but it woud hold him.
He took another jump up, then a few more light steps, and soon he was at the door. It was cracked and the hinges frayed. He laughed under his breath and his tail gently brushed over his paws.
He loved this place.
