Post by aquarius on Mar 10, 2007 18:52:23 GMT -5
Massive titian frame whisked past the dull trees. Sun kissed orbs glowed in the ebon sky. The frost colored moon shone on the femora's frame, making her stick out from the dark living and dead things around her. Laying down on the dirt floor, the bruja looked through the thick grass and to the ebony lake below. Auds perched atop her head and swiveled around, listening for others. Banner tossed around quietly, so as to not scare anyone around her.
The femora was large for her age, but many didn't notice. Most thought that Darks were supposed to be large and mean. The female was actually born a neutral, in a thick forest in the Neutral lands. Her calling was Syro, a dark name, when most said it, they thought of the color red. like blood and evil. It was only when she was one when she decided to be a Dark. Her parents had no nterest with her after Syro told them, and she was pushed from the family. Syro was very pushy when she was kicked out, and she tried killing everything in her path. She only got away with a red rose and a pawfull of weeds. That showed her how pathetic she was.
Syro watched the lake carefully. The only thing she saw was alligators and a few birds. Syro growled with a tiresome effect. She wanted something to happen. Meeting someone would be interesting, but she would rther keep hidden and watch what was happening. But because of how hard-headed she could be at times, she didn't think of how well hidden she was from behind. She would probably be sotted very easily if someone snuck up behind her. Thinking of nothing but something interesting happening, Syro's banner began whacking the dried leaves on the ground and making noises that could be heard from the lake.
It was only the beggining.
[/size][/color]The femora was large for her age, but many didn't notice. Most thought that Darks were supposed to be large and mean. The female was actually born a neutral, in a thick forest in the Neutral lands. Her calling was Syro, a dark name, when most said it, they thought of the color red. like blood and evil. It was only when she was one when she decided to be a Dark. Her parents had no nterest with her after Syro told them, and she was pushed from the family. Syro was very pushy when she was kicked out, and she tried killing everything in her path. She only got away with a red rose and a pawfull of weeds. That showed her how pathetic she was.
Syro watched the lake carefully. The only thing she saw was alligators and a few birds. Syro growled with a tiresome effect. She wanted something to happen. Meeting someone would be interesting, but she would rther keep hidden and watch what was happening. But because of how hard-headed she could be at times, she didn't think of how well hidden she was from behind. She would probably be sotted very easily if someone snuck up behind her. Thinking of nothing but something interesting happening, Syro's banner began whacking the dried leaves on the ground and making noises that could be heard from the lake.
It was only the beggining.