Post by Winter on Sept 26, 2008 20:21:37 GMT -5
Deep inside the cavernous... uh... caverns... (^^' well, how else can Winter describe them?) was where, as Ai found, it was the most beautiful and dazzling. Of course, the little hybrid herself was not able to evolve using any of these items, (She didn't even know how to evolve in the first place, both her parents having the ability to evolve in completely different ways,) but for some reason, she had wound up exploring the elemental stone caverns anyway. Her eyes peered hungrily at the many jewels that lined the rocky path, some of which even bigger than how she remembered her dad to be. Carefully and oh so gently, she placed a paw upon one of her favorite stone so far.
It's sharp edges were harder than steel, it's obsidian surface gleamed under the light some of the sun stones in the tunnels shone. A moon stone, though appearing plain to some, had more beauty and elegance under it's unmarked outside than one would have imagined. That was what Ai thought, anyway. As she drew her paw back, a claw skitted across the surface, barely leaving a mark. The noise it made, however, screeched through the cave, and the sneasel stood completely still, hoping nobody had heard. Of course, it was only a noise, which couldn't have hurt anyone. But this particular cavern had a sort of fragile feel to it, as if the slightest sound could shatter all of this beauty to pieces.
It's sharp edges were harder than steel, it's obsidian surface gleamed under the light some of the sun stones in the tunnels shone. A moon stone, though appearing plain to some, had more beauty and elegance under it's unmarked outside than one would have imagined. That was what Ai thought, anyway. As she drew her paw back, a claw skitted across the surface, barely leaving a mark. The noise it made, however, screeched through the cave, and the sneasel stood completely still, hoping nobody had heard. Of course, it was only a noise, which couldn't have hurt anyone. But this particular cavern had a sort of fragile feel to it, as if the slightest sound could shatter all of this beauty to pieces.
