by sinisterserenity » Mon Oct 10, 2011 3:48 pm
Indigo walked slowly across the tundra, his steps weary and tired. He and his cousin Luna had been traveling for quite a while and were in search of a new home. They had found a river and Indigo walked beside it. It gave him a direction to travel in, one could get easily lost up here if they didn't know the way. Indigo worried how much longer they were going to travel. All he wanted to do was lie down and curl up right now, he didn't want to trudge his way forward.
Luna, however, seemed to not notice that they had been traveling for a while. She just kept looking around, a look of wonder on her face. She looked at the crisp, sparkling snow, the running river, the sky up above. Her ears were perked and she listened.
sin·is·ter [sin-uh-ster]
adjective
ominous; bad, or wicked; threatening or portending evil, harm, or trouble
se·ren·i·ty [suh-ren-i-tee]
noun
The state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled
sin·is·ter se·ren·i·ty
oxymoron
The state or quality of being deceptively or ominously calm, quiet or kind in a deceiving way, often with malicious intentions.