.- name -.
His name is Basil.
English from the French "basile". Although it is fine referred to as a herb, it also means 'king'.
His friends all call him Baz, or Base.
.- gender -.
Basil is a male.
.- extra one -.
I drifted aimlessly through the woodland, the filtered sunlight creating slightly warmer and cooler patches on me back. It wasn't any special day. Not a holiday, not the solstice, not spring, not my birthday, not the migration day. No, this is my special day. Only I celebrate it that I've ever heard of. The third sunset of autumn. Now I never really know the official days of winter and the other seasons like the two-legged hairless monkey like creatures do, but I deem the seasons when I wish them to be. And this day was to be the third day of my winter. You see, my mother used to tell me it was a magical day. So I've celebrated it ever since she left. No she didn't die, but unlike some animals she left me when I was old enough to look out for my self. So I do it to remember. With a pouch made of leaves, which was stocked with delicious berries, I snaked my way up the tallest tree in the area, and sat back. For two hours, just the snail-slow descent of the sun behind the distant reaches of the horizon. The light painting my pelt more brilliant colours as it sunk, the night coolness sneaking in through the further now untouched areas, voids with no sun left. And then it just continued to fall away, and with it the stars emerged from their hiding-holes in the sky. That's all it is every year, but I still like it. It reminds me of her.
.- extra two -.
chocolate and mint
a dessert, a Newton, hm
What a funny fella.
.- extra three -.
Basil's Soundtrack
Forget It - Breaking Benjamin
Fireflies - Owl City
Raise Your Glass - P!nk (pink)
Fix You - Coldplay
Rain - Breaking Benjamin
Good Ol' Days - The Script
His name is Basil.
English from the French "basile". Although it is fine referred to as a herb, it also means 'king'.
His friends all call him Baz, or Base.
.- gender -.
Basil is a male.
.- extra one -.
I drifted aimlessly through the woodland, the filtered sunlight creating slightly warmer and cooler patches on me back. It wasn't any special day. Not a holiday, not the solstice, not spring, not my birthday, not the migration day. No, this is my special day. Only I celebrate it that I've ever heard of. The third sunset of autumn. Now I never really know the official days of winter and the other seasons like the two-legged hairless monkey like creatures do, but I deem the seasons when I wish them to be. And this day was to be the third day of my winter. You see, my mother used to tell me it was a magical day. So I've celebrated it ever since she left. No she didn't die, but unlike some animals she left me when I was old enough to look out for my self. So I do it to remember. With a pouch made of leaves, which was stocked with delicious berries, I snaked my way up the tallest tree in the area, and sat back. For two hours, just the snail-slow descent of the sun behind the distant reaches of the horizon. The light painting my pelt more brilliant colours as it sunk, the night coolness sneaking in through the further now untouched areas, voids with no sun left. And then it just continued to fall away, and with it the stars emerged from their hiding-holes in the sky. That's all it is every year, but I still like it. It reminds me of her.
.- extra two -.
chocolate and mint
a dessert, a Newton, hm
What a funny fella.
.- extra three -.
Basil's Soundtrack
Forget It - Breaking Benjamin
Fireflies - Owl City
Raise Your Glass - P!nk (pink)
Fix You - Coldplay
Rain - Breaking Benjamin
Good Ol' Days - The Script
