He stood and looked out over the dreary fog covered moors, the tendrils of mist hanging lazily in the air as if they themselves were stone. Stone like his very heart. He sheathed his sword, having drawn it at the noise that sounded just a moment before. It proved to be nothing, just a raven flying through the air. He turned back and mounted his poor, tired horse, urging it forward towards the next town.
Day and night and day into night again they had traveled these lands, he and his horse. Trudging onward until exhaustion when they would stop to sleep before continuing on their journey. He wasn't sure where his journey was taking him, he only knew what he was leaving; bleak, stony emptiness. Or perhaps that was what he was carrying with him. They were both stemmed from the same event, his leaving and his emptiness.
"No! No don't do it!"
"We must make this last push or all will be lost!"
"No! We have already ended this battle! To push forward would just spell our own doom!"
Ok. So I really do love it here in Edinburgh. But the weather in the winter months SUCKS! Thankfully the past couple days have been so much more sunny and happy, but for the last two weeks its been solid gray and rainy. BLAH!
I have started a couple pieces of art that I'm really excited about, but alas, schoolwork has taken precedent. I have two essays due in the month of March as well as a huge archery competition next week. (That I'm super nervous about, so wish me luck. O.O).
I WILL finish new art this year! Consider it my belated New Years Resolution. I'm working on a contest entry for the ladies over at HiddenYume-stock. Have you entered yet? No? GET YOUR BUTT OVER THERE! Its a great steampunk themed contest with AMAZING prizes! Seriously, I want to see more entries over there. No joke.
Stay shiny folks.
P.S. The new journal editor is cool...but it seems to be missing pieces of code...I'll try to fix that. >.>
EDIT: Ok, figured it out.