Post by Master William on Mar 24, 2009 0:27:06 GMT -5
Nashiro waged his tail at the landscape around him. It changed to suit his needs, and he really needed a quiet place to think and breath.
Breath in and out.
He felt like he hadn't done much of that lately. Too much stress, too much work.
"Every dog may have his day, but I need a week," he laughed to the soft evening breeze that blew from across the wide sea. He stared into it, catching the whiff of fish just under the water not two metres from him. But he didn't bother giving chase. Instead, Nashiro pushed a tiny rock into the water with his paw, and the fish swam away. He watched the fish go, watched its scales dance in the reflections of the light. It's scales glistered hundreds of different colours, until it was gone. Nashiro was glad to be once again alone in this ever changing place of spiritual peace.
He sat under the tree that had grown to full size quietly behind him, catching the sweet smell of its fruits on the night winds. He watched the waves crash into the shore, watched the birds slowly swoop into their nests to rest they're aching wings. He watched as the ripples he had created slowly dissipated. He just watched, not thinking about anything.
"This war is so much like those ripples," he thought out loud, staring out into the sea, the storm clouds rumbling behind the distant rain, "one disruption and the whole thing can echoe to all corners of the world."
Nashiro sat there for many hours. Not thinking of war or of pain, or of strategies or of training, but in relaxation and harmony. This being one of his first times in the Spirit Realm, he himself found it hard to grasp, and this occupied much of his thoughts. How it worked, he would never really know for sure. He left that to the Embari. After all, they'd created the whole thing. With combined effort, anything could be done.
He marveled at this thought, but all it did was bring back the thoughts of armies and war, which saddened him. So he let his mind stray again, losing focus and enjoying the scent of the buffet dinner that came fluttering through the magic to his nostrils.
"I guess that smell means it's time for dinner soon." He focused, and the scene disappeared and he was back in the room he started in. The illusion was gone, but he still felt the calm that had come with the break from the action.
Nashiro heard Grey call him in his head, telling him that the meal was on the table. 'I'm coming,' he thought back, and trotted out of the lonely room.
Breath in and out.
He felt like he hadn't done much of that lately. Too much stress, too much work.
"Every dog may have his day, but I need a week," he laughed to the soft evening breeze that blew from across the wide sea. He stared into it, catching the whiff of fish just under the water not two metres from him. But he didn't bother giving chase. Instead, Nashiro pushed a tiny rock into the water with his paw, and the fish swam away. He watched the fish go, watched its scales dance in the reflections of the light. It's scales glistered hundreds of different colours, until it was gone. Nashiro was glad to be once again alone in this ever changing place of spiritual peace.
He sat under the tree that had grown to full size quietly behind him, catching the sweet smell of its fruits on the night winds. He watched the waves crash into the shore, watched the birds slowly swoop into their nests to rest they're aching wings. He watched as the ripples he had created slowly dissipated. He just watched, not thinking about anything.
"This war is so much like those ripples," he thought out loud, staring out into the sea, the storm clouds rumbling behind the distant rain, "one disruption and the whole thing can echoe to all corners of the world."
Nashiro sat there for many hours. Not thinking of war or of pain, or of strategies or of training, but in relaxation and harmony. This being one of his first times in the Spirit Realm, he himself found it hard to grasp, and this occupied much of his thoughts. How it worked, he would never really know for sure. He left that to the Embari. After all, they'd created the whole thing. With combined effort, anything could be done.
He marveled at this thought, but all it did was bring back the thoughts of armies and war, which saddened him. So he let his mind stray again, losing focus and enjoying the scent of the buffet dinner that came fluttering through the magic to his nostrils.
"I guess that smell means it's time for dinner soon." He focused, and the scene disappeared and he was back in the room he started in. The illusion was gone, but he still felt the calm that had come with the break from the action.
Nashiro heard Grey call him in his head, telling him that the meal was on the table. 'I'm coming,' he thought back, and trotted out of the lonely room.