Post by devilsadvocate on Mar 14, 2007 23:55:32 GMT -5
White Night galloped into the land in a ruthless speed, his hooves crunching the snow under his feet. His thick coat had been keeped clean from any mud or dirt that he would not be able to keep off. He stoped and reared. As he did he let out an ear piercing neight that would send lights and neutrals hiding for there lives.
He looked around the land, it was a white wounderland, all the leaves had left the trees and all was barren. He blended in perfectly with the winter ground. At first he was woried about getting a chill but now he could care less. The winter land around him made him look like the ghost of christmas past. He felt like one too.
Another cry for help emitted his maw. He was not in pain, nor in sorrow but in a deep deep sadness and depression, he had not lest any loved ones and he had not left any one behind when he had moved to these accursid lands.
High in the sky a falcon flew, but not just any falcon, a hunter falcon. It had been shadowing him for days now and he was sure it was a sighn of nothing but bad for him. His heart lay in the grasps of the devil himself. That is the way White Night wanted it but the hunter bird troubled him. For there was one thing he was afraid of and that was death. He had too much to live for to give it up now.
To him the falcon was a sign of death to come, either to him or to someone close to him. This frightened him. When ever a plauge hit he would stay hidden in his land. In a cave if possible.
He was afraid that he was infected by the dear sickness and he wanted a way out of death. He always cheated death for that was just something he rufused to do, die i mean. Of course he had not been iffected, but he didnt know that and was still woried, he cried again, for any one to come and help him with his problems.
He walked out on the the ice, sliding acrossed on his hooves, crying one last time before leaving the ice and going over to one of the naked trees and laying under it in the snow.
He looked around the land, it was a white wounderland, all the leaves had left the trees and all was barren. He blended in perfectly with the winter ground. At first he was woried about getting a chill but now he could care less. The winter land around him made him look like the ghost of christmas past. He felt like one too.
Another cry for help emitted his maw. He was not in pain, nor in sorrow but in a deep deep sadness and depression, he had not lest any loved ones and he had not left any one behind when he had moved to these accursid lands.
High in the sky a falcon flew, but not just any falcon, a hunter falcon. It had been shadowing him for days now and he was sure it was a sighn of nothing but bad for him. His heart lay in the grasps of the devil himself. That is the way White Night wanted it but the hunter bird troubled him. For there was one thing he was afraid of and that was death. He had too much to live for to give it up now.
To him the falcon was a sign of death to come, either to him or to someone close to him. This frightened him. When ever a plauge hit he would stay hidden in his land. In a cave if possible.
He was afraid that he was infected by the dear sickness and he wanted a way out of death. He always cheated death for that was just something he rufused to do, die i mean. Of course he had not been iffected, but he didnt know that and was still woried, he cried again, for any one to come and help him with his problems.
He walked out on the the ice, sliding acrossed on his hooves, crying one last time before leaving the ice and going over to one of the naked trees and laying under it in the snow.
