Post by Elan Rivenglade on Aug 9, 2005 9:19:09 GMT -5
It has always played in my head. Those strange and haunting melodies which no others could hear. I suppose that maybe I'm a bit insane... maybe.... but the same could also be said for the man who does not follow his dreams, does not listen to his inner music.
Well I have, and it has taken me from place to place, in the company of great men of science in to places far from the comforts of the city, away from the tools which men shape the world with, only to be left with the tools which kept it from shaping back too harshly. I have taken such a journey as a student of my own world, listening deeply to the ethereal melodies which follow me demanding their dues that my heart should follow the path of corresponding symphonies.
This time it was the rainforest which I had taken too, a simple trip of discovery with the rest of my colleges, the large, burly professor who I assisted and his two other aids (male and female both). We spent several weeks getting acquainted with the local mosquitoes, before I began my forays into the deeper forests to observe and record the fauna and flora which we discovered anew. As we had done before, and supposed that we would do again.
I loved every second of it, silently sketching and making notes of all I saw... wondering all the while why there was still that small note of discord within the back of my head, the single dissonant note within the overshadowing ageless beat which came close to a perfect harmony.
“ELAN!” Prof. Summerlee bellowed, his rough voice scaring off the latest subject of my drawings. “ELAN GET YOUR ASS OVERHERE THIS INSTANT, WE’VE FOUND SOMETHING!!!!!!”
I took my sweet time getting over to him, don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy, took me under his wing so too speak... but he can get rather... vocal. Sometimes I swear he’s a bit of a throw back from the times when explorers were European and loud. Picking up my backpack with my notes, tools and PDA I made my way back to camp oft having to clear away bits of underbrush with my Machete. These were my last moments on earth.
I almost didn’t see it coming... My only alert as the forest opened a great gaping maw to swallow me whole was the frantically, joyous completion of that final discordant note to my Shadow-Song. In those final moments I remember a strange calm washing over me, with all that I could hear being the beat of my song... and the darkness ascending from the forest floor to devour my body, mind and soul.
- The notes of Elan Ravenglade
Well I have, and it has taken me from place to place, in the company of great men of science in to places far from the comforts of the city, away from the tools which men shape the world with, only to be left with the tools which kept it from shaping back too harshly. I have taken such a journey as a student of my own world, listening deeply to the ethereal melodies which follow me demanding their dues that my heart should follow the path of corresponding symphonies.
This time it was the rainforest which I had taken too, a simple trip of discovery with the rest of my colleges, the large, burly professor who I assisted and his two other aids (male and female both). We spent several weeks getting acquainted with the local mosquitoes, before I began my forays into the deeper forests to observe and record the fauna and flora which we discovered anew. As we had done before, and supposed that we would do again.
I loved every second of it, silently sketching and making notes of all I saw... wondering all the while why there was still that small note of discord within the back of my head, the single dissonant note within the overshadowing ageless beat which came close to a perfect harmony.
“ELAN!” Prof. Summerlee bellowed, his rough voice scaring off the latest subject of my drawings. “ELAN GET YOUR ASS OVERHERE THIS INSTANT, WE’VE FOUND SOMETHING!!!!!!”
I took my sweet time getting over to him, don’t get me wrong he’s a great guy, took me under his wing so too speak... but he can get rather... vocal. Sometimes I swear he’s a bit of a throw back from the times when explorers were European and loud. Picking up my backpack with my notes, tools and PDA I made my way back to camp oft having to clear away bits of underbrush with my Machete. These were my last moments on earth.
I almost didn’t see it coming... My only alert as the forest opened a great gaping maw to swallow me whole was the frantically, joyous completion of that final discordant note to my Shadow-Song. In those final moments I remember a strange calm washing over me, with all that I could hear being the beat of my song... and the darkness ascending from the forest floor to devour my body, mind and soul.
- The notes of Elan Ravenglade