Post by jesse on Jan 18, 2007 18:04:44 GMT -5
The rotting carcass of a sinewy banshee loomed over the desolate terra. Not a soul was to be seen, nor a sound to be heard. All was silent. Silence was the nymph's one and true companion. The heavy ebonite darkness hung low and dense in the empyrean. A lone light shone, high up casting eerie shadows onto the Dark Hills. The deathly zephyr thrashed 'gainst the petite hellcat's mottled hocks, chasing a tattered banner and throwing it up t'ward the starless eternal. Endless plains of emerald blades were dull in this gloom, color was impossible to make out as the leaden wipsy cloud floated effortlessly above.
She cared not for the companion of a stag. Having been claimed twice by two pathetic beings she had decided to make her own life. She needed no 'burly' male to do her biddings. Her own brawl would surfice. Any who dared to disagree had her talons to answer to. Her hatred-filled lanterns swept across the dismal realm. It would do. She had no-one to care for but herself, and this would do. The plentiful foilage would prove to be more than enough for this tough bitch.
Urging her diminuative pillars onwards, she navigated her vessel across the shadowed loam, searching for something... Anything... Nothing... The mysterious figure stood, alone...
She cared not for the companion of a stag. Having been claimed twice by two pathetic beings she had decided to make her own life. She needed no 'burly' male to do her biddings. Her own brawl would surfice. Any who dared to disagree had her talons to answer to. Her hatred-filled lanterns swept across the dismal realm. It would do. She had no-one to care for but herself, and this would do. The plentiful foilage would prove to be more than enough for this tough bitch.
Urging her diminuative pillars onwards, she navigated her vessel across the shadowed loam, searching for something... Anything... Nothing... The mysterious figure stood, alone...