Post by nochoice on Oct 30, 2006 9:13:07 GMT -5
Death pains us all, yet in different ways. These ways often depend on the relationship between the deceased and the way in which the late beings spent their last hours in this world. It would be obvious, to any being that entered the realm in which the drake presently entered, that a sad happening had come to pass, little over a year ago. The terra, it seemed, had been deserted for a while, without any inhabitents. And so, t'was the perfect land for the stag to continue to dwell in.
The bronc's hide was of a smooth, creamy hue, locks tainted in the same manner, yet of a slightly weaker hue. Spheres were a crisp, pleasent azure, the same colour as the welkin on a mild day. Flints struck the ground in a rythmic duo-beat, carrying him to the peak of the terra- the highest ground. Bellow streamed forth from his organ, caverns vibrating.[/font]
The bronc's hide was of a smooth, creamy hue, locks tainted in the same manner, yet of a slightly weaker hue. Spheres were a crisp, pleasent azure, the same colour as the welkin on a mild day. Flints struck the ground in a rythmic duo-beat, carrying him to the peak of the terra- the highest ground. Bellow streamed forth from his organ, caverns vibrating.[/font]
