Shrines of Creation - Thursday Prompt Story [#21, 22/6/23]
Some composers like being near other composers, and for them we've built many large cities with multiple temples dotted about.
City upon the waters
The sun was setting low to the west, the days heat finally waning after its terrible grip on the day, having been in the mid 90's, now settling to a nice cool 70's fairly swiftly as the entire forest was covered in shadow. The setting sun cast a deep...
Nargo, anthro description
A toned, white furred creature with a long sinewy tail sat on a rocky outcropping looking out over a beach, the wind ruffling through his short but soft white fur gently, causing it to ripple and wave, much like the vast expanse of water that lie...
Nargo, feral description
The sun filtered through the leaves and branches of the large trees of the forest, the rays blinking in and out of existence as the wind played through the dense foliage, making it rustle and whisper, making it feel as if the forest were alive and...
The hunter at sunset
The sun sank low in west, setting the sky ablaze in fiery golden hues, the clouds undersides turning a deep shade of violet. The trees of the large forest grove swayed gently, their thick foliage casting dabbled shadows that swayed and danced as the...
Snows Story
The sun rose slowly over the gently sloping hills, the light touching everything in its gentle warm caress. The light soon reached a massive tree, taking a few moments to reach its soaring topmost branches. Along its trunk a large mess of morning...
Cherry blossoms upon the moonlit waters
The moon hung high in the sky like some large ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the very sky, casting its soft clean white glow down upon the many cherry trees that grew wildly in the area, all in bloom in their delicate pink blossoms, the moonlight...
Song of heart. (A taste of what I have composed in the past.)
## Here by my side Waiting....dusk is late and I am waiting. Silently as the wood who's listening. The winds have fled, the mists settled, laid to their rest across the fields where we would walk, if only you were here. Waiting, breathe the air...
A Composer's Lament - Thursday Prompt Story [#10, 09/3/23]
The composer, however, looked away in embarrassment. "i'm not a composer for children! what was i even thinking!? you can't seriously think this rag has any worth, right?"
Remlus' World
It is composed of mostly non-humans, but humans are still integrated into this rose. 2**) the red rose** : a group composed almost entirely of humans.
Caught on a Line - Thursday Prompt Story [#17, 27/4/23]
The composer nodded to his conductor, and jiraen clapped his hands together in anticipation.
Wellspring
Over the years, these fifteen children became known as the "original composers", and from there, each new composer born came from their lineage.