The Japanese Garden
The Japanese Garden
was illuminated by the full moon and bright stars. It was a beautiful garden, a large one.
The garden was mostly silent, except for the clattering of water of the small waterfall, its water flowing peacefully into the pond. The large pond gave a distorted reflection of the full moon. The distortions where caused by the ripples made by a pair of scaled legs.
The legs were attached to a bigger silhouet, barely seen in the darkness, except for his bright red, slightly glowing and almost tigerlike markings, and his deep emerald-red eyes, which pierced through the night. The figure stretched himself. His wings opened wide, the stars twinkling behind the canvas-like material. His muzzle opened, and an almost inaudible yawn was added to the peaceful clattering.
The large dragon had a very relaxed pose, his shoulders slightly lowered, his legs spread and dangling in the water, and his arms in the air, mid-stretch. He was stark naked, the moonlight only reflecting of his scales in the littlest of bits.
At his right side, a brown leather bag lay in the gravel. The bag seemed mostly empty, except for a flute that sticked out of it. It lay there in the bag, reflecting the light that shone upon it, from its laminated wooden surface. The wood it was constructed from was old and worn, and the flute was clearly a masterpiece of art itself.
Moving up the scene, the gravel formed a path of white and grey stones, behind the dragon. The path, surrounded by bonsai, and the occassional garden-light, took an immediate right, where it ended in wooden boards. The wooden boards being the beginning of a small, but sturdy, wooden bridge that crossed over the small river that came from the clattering waterfall.
As we pan up from the rippling water underneath the bridge, we notice another dark figure, this one standing on the bridge.
A closer look revealed that the creature was a wolf. The wolf stood proudly naked, at about five and a half feet, in a pose called the brush knee. He seemed very concentrated, the moonlight twinkling in his warm golden eyes, as the bridge creaked under his moving weight.
His right hand slowly moved over his right knee, as he moved through the posture sequence. His muscles rippling visibly under his beautifully full coat of fur, coloured like a timberwolf. His moves were fluid, precise and calculated, yet also elegant. His ear twitched slightly, as his beyond perfect hearing noticed the dragon's yawn.
As you take the time to look at the whole picture, you realise how serene, and peaceful the scene was. The shrouds of grey-coloured mist, that whirl and spin around both the dragon, and the wolf, seemingly coming from nowhere, enforce this feel.