Post by quillow on Aug 18, 2006 21:31:51 GMT -5
The crow's jagged flight amusses my boy as he stands upon the near fall of the cliff. His thoughts tettering upon the edge. He felt no sympathy for the lonley creature that takes upon the air. The crows vocals fill my boys listerers and the sound bounces in his mind. Throwing his towers so they layed flush against his boa, he snorts in diapprovel and walks away with his boa lowered and outstreched in a irritated manner.
Mast Cursed
5 Summers Survived
Freisan Blood
Dark Soul
Alone Loved by
The past is exactly that to my boy, the past. He refusses to remember his heard, his dam nor his Sire. They had orphaned him and thats the only memory he lets occasionly ooze out of his memory bank.
He feels no emotions but hatred toward others. he does not cry nor smile. He prides himself on being a true dark.
Mast Cursed
5 Summers Survived
Freisan Blood
Dark Soul
Alone Loved by
The past is exactly that to my boy, the past. He refusses to remember his heard, his dam nor his Sire. They had orphaned him and thats the only memory he lets occasionly ooze out of his memory bank.
He feels no emotions but hatred toward others. he does not cry nor smile. He prides himself on being a true dark.