Post by norse on May 6, 2007 16:25:43 GMT
[yay first post!! 
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Night came upon the claiming lands; dark clouds shrouded the land in their dark veil of mist. They covered the moon and stars, the only light came from the veins of lightning as thunder rolled across the sky like a drum. Strong winds rammed against trees and ground, sending a wave of dark green that stretched on forever against the dark abyss of the night. Pale moonlight could be seen vaguely against the eerie mist of the thundering clouds as lightning danced on the surface of the crystal lake. Wind made waves on the one placid surface, crashing onto the shores like breaking glass, turned silver by the light of the moon. Against the thunder and wind another sound could be heard in the opposite direction. Though the skies looked as clear as glass the sound of thunder rang through the night, a fierce battle of sound.
Through the flashes of the lightning a thin crimson frame ran from the opposite direction in thundering flight. Mahogany eyes flashed with the veins of light as the long crimson limbs were nothing but flashes themselves, matching the beat of thunder and swiftness of lightning. The white pastern of one of the banshees limbs was nothing but a glowing blur against black and crimson. Even the wind that rammed against her thin frame couldn’t stop the crimson banshee from running full speed towards the storm. She had reached the very edge of the storm cloud when she skidded to a halt looking up at the dark skies, snorting in contempt. Did the storm think she would turn tail and leave like a small creature?
She came here for one thing and one thing only, a home and she wasn’t going to let a silly storm get I her way. She would rather get hit by the white veins of light than wonder hopelessly forever. Though she was looking for a home she was not going to go with ANY brute that waltzed up to her, no, she was much, much more pickier than that. She thought of herself as being only reserved for the most powerful brute in this hell hole. Well, best not keep any waiting, she lifted her front daggers off the ground as her dark muzzle pointed to the sky, a piercing screech escaped her maw, sounding over the thunder. She landed gracefully back onto her ebony daggers, now all she had to do was wait, the banshee that had risen from hell is waiting.
]Night came upon the claiming lands; dark clouds shrouded the land in their dark veil of mist. They covered the moon and stars, the only light came from the veins of lightning as thunder rolled across the sky like a drum. Strong winds rammed against trees and ground, sending a wave of dark green that stretched on forever against the dark abyss of the night. Pale moonlight could be seen vaguely against the eerie mist of the thundering clouds as lightning danced on the surface of the crystal lake. Wind made waves on the one placid surface, crashing onto the shores like breaking glass, turned silver by the light of the moon. Against the thunder and wind another sound could be heard in the opposite direction. Though the skies looked as clear as glass the sound of thunder rang through the night, a fierce battle of sound.
Through the flashes of the lightning a thin crimson frame ran from the opposite direction in thundering flight. Mahogany eyes flashed with the veins of light as the long crimson limbs were nothing but flashes themselves, matching the beat of thunder and swiftness of lightning. The white pastern of one of the banshees limbs was nothing but a glowing blur against black and crimson. Even the wind that rammed against her thin frame couldn’t stop the crimson banshee from running full speed towards the storm. She had reached the very edge of the storm cloud when she skidded to a halt looking up at the dark skies, snorting in contempt. Did the storm think she would turn tail and leave like a small creature?
She came here for one thing and one thing only, a home and she wasn’t going to let a silly storm get I her way. She would rather get hit by the white veins of light than wonder hopelessly forever. Though she was looking for a home she was not going to go with ANY brute that waltzed up to her, no, she was much, much more pickier than that. She thought of herself as being only reserved for the most powerful brute in this hell hole. Well, best not keep any waiting, she lifted her front daggers off the ground as her dark muzzle pointed to the sky, a piercing screech escaped her maw, sounding over the thunder. She landed gracefully back onto her ebony daggers, now all she had to do was wait, the banshee that had risen from hell is waiting.
