Post by Cole - retired on Jun 19, 2004 22:34:03 GMT
In the large circular room at the top of the Astronomy Tower, at the end of a winding, spiral staircase, sat a red-haired Vampire on a deserted stone bench. In one long-fingered, pallid hand was a hunk of wood, and in the other was a switchblade.
A carving knife would have been better, certainly, but whittling with his silver-handled switchblade was much more interesting.
Sliver after miniscule sliver of wood fell from the shape in his hands as he shaved off the blank space around the image in his mind, rather than concentrating on the design itself. It wasn't so much removed from sculpting - actually it wasn't really unlike it at all. Same principle, different medium.
Cole had seen an eagle swooping above the Owlery a few nights past, and ever since, the picture had been etched across the back of his eyelids. He knew who the eagle belonged to, oh yes, but that didn't quell the urge to spill the image from his mind in the form of art.
The Vampire bent slightly over his work, his eyes unblinking and focused as he fought the desire to send his hands racing along, forcing his fingers into steady, deliberate movements as he worked.
ooc: Invite only, please.
A carving knife would have been better, certainly, but whittling with his silver-handled switchblade was much more interesting.
Sliver after miniscule sliver of wood fell from the shape in his hands as he shaved off the blank space around the image in his mind, rather than concentrating on the design itself. It wasn't so much removed from sculpting - actually it wasn't really unlike it at all. Same principle, different medium.
Cole had seen an eagle swooping above the Owlery a few nights past, and ever since, the picture had been etched across the back of his eyelids. He knew who the eagle belonged to, oh yes, but that didn't quell the urge to spill the image from his mind in the form of art.
The Vampire bent slightly over his work, his eyes unblinking and focused as he fought the desire to send his hands racing along, forcing his fingers into steady, deliberate movements as he worked.
ooc: Invite only, please.
