Quick prompt post - White
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sable_cloak((I've been mulling over the idea of how The Shadow would cross a snowy field. Even at night, a snowscape is a pretty bright place, especially with any moonlight. I'm not entirely pleased with how this turned out, but it's the best I've been able to come up with, to describe the situation.))
White
Word count: 333
Canon: None specifically, but the pulps were in mind during this
A shadow halted at the edge of the tree line, taking a moment to pause and survey the moonlit snowscape that stood between him, and a plain, two-story farm house. Lights were on in both floors and occasionally shadows passed by windows. There was a small grouping of trees next to it, where it was likely more foes waited, protected from sight by small bushes and thin trees. Not far from the house was a barn and faint tracks leading through the snow made it obvious to the onlooker this was where they kept their vehicles hidden.
The catch was making it to the small gathering of structures and shadows. There was not a scrap of darkness between his position, and the objective. For most of the early evening, the weather had been to his advantage. Falling snow and gusting winds had faded away not a few minutes before he’d reached the edge of the clearing, and the moon in its full splendor had peeked out from between the clouds.
At any moment, the final arrival would be returning along the road, and he needed to be at the farm house in order to gain the details he needed. So long as he stayed in the darkness, no measure of vigilance would detect him while he listened in.
A soft whistle of the wind picked up from far off and crouching, he readied. The deep snow would prove only a slight burden, but the speed it might sap from his movements could leave him stranded if the weather suddenly lifted again; he would be a weird black creature outlined in a field of white. Slowly, the moonlight dimmed behind dark clouds and snow began to drift softly to the ground. Moments later, a cruel wind blasted through the trees, whipping up the field of snow into a blinding furry. The black apparition streaked madly into the white-out, the only proof of its parting, a set of tracks that were already filling with snow.
White
Word count: 333
Canon: None specifically, but the pulps were in mind during this
A shadow halted at the edge of the tree line, taking a moment to pause and survey the moonlit snowscape that stood between him, and a plain, two-story farm house. Lights were on in both floors and occasionally shadows passed by windows. There was a small grouping of trees next to it, where it was likely more foes waited, protected from sight by small bushes and thin trees. Not far from the house was a barn and faint tracks leading through the snow made it obvious to the onlooker this was where they kept their vehicles hidden.
The catch was making it to the small gathering of structures and shadows. There was not a scrap of darkness between his position, and the objective. For most of the early evening, the weather had been to his advantage. Falling snow and gusting winds had faded away not a few minutes before he’d reached the edge of the clearing, and the moon in its full splendor had peeked out from between the clouds.
At any moment, the final arrival would be returning along the road, and he needed to be at the farm house in order to gain the details he needed. So long as he stayed in the darkness, no measure of vigilance would detect him while he listened in.
A soft whistle of the wind picked up from far off and crouching, he readied. The deep snow would prove only a slight burden, but the speed it might sap from his movements could leave him stranded if the weather suddenly lifted again; he would be a weird black creature outlined in a field of white. Slowly, the moonlight dimmed behind dark clouds and snow began to drift softly to the ground. Moments later, a cruel wind blasted through the trees, whipping up the field of snow into a blinding furry. The black apparition streaked madly into the white-out, the only proof of its parting, a set of tracks that were already filling with snow.
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Date: 2010-01-17 01:00 am (UTC)There are times when black is just impractical.))
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Date: 2010-01-17 02:05 am (UTC)Indeed there are moments when black just doesn't work.
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Date: 2010-01-17 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-17 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-17 06:23 pm (UTC)