Post by forgotten on Apr 24, 2005 0:05:44 GMT
Ghost like figure moved along the edge of life and death. Did 'e stay or leave? Stepping through, 'e eyed the terrain 'e had entered apon. No stag 'ad claimed it. Lashing out with 'is front daggers, 'e reared, screaming out. 'Twas 'is land now. Let some fool try and challenge 'im. SNorting, 'e landed heavily. Flints thundered across the eroded ground, the stag setting off to mark 'is land and find 'is queen. Smirk played on 'is maw, optics flashing ebon and bottomless.