Post by Jenga on Jul 20, 2006 21:25:17 GMT -5
It had begun. a new chapter, a new beginning. there was much to speak of, in these times about to be awash with blood, and scorn, as war was about to break. many of they who stalked the ruins, such as jenga himself, and leading minx tala, had senced the return of a great power, whether it would be of good, or evil recognized or understood. there was much to do, as many took a quick haste from reality, and fled - one way or another. had it been the return of yvonnet? or was the interest just a camoflauge from the truth? silence had reigned over the now demolished vibes, not a single hint of his small legion beckoning into the night, upon the hunt of the large stag before the times of famine. no longer did the battle cry of the sparring mystics scream into the skies, only rubble, little food, and grief did reckon to the once thriving island. jenga was not powerful anymore, for their was nothing to reign upon. the sheen of raven's wings refused to glimmer under the light of the moon, or near the darkened upriver of the night. along with him, he carried no more his spunk, but his attitude, which was only kept for the highest preformance of survival. he had felt like dying for several years now, and upon his immortal back did he carry young ages, and youthful appearences. for weeks, hunting had been vital, the time of the yearly famine, where one could look to the great luna, and see the packs racing against the bamboo whisps after fodder. to see the moon wolves dance and sparr over the leftover meats simply made him feel better, but they were weak now, most of them at least, and with no prey, there was no such thing as a gratifying meal.
Pads had stroked gently, quietly, with discomfort. he was museless, without an attractive coat, and other things he would be recognized for. tala, and he, were only minor parts of the vibes, for only with them, there was havoc, and no center to what lay ahead. he wouldn't fear for his life, as there was nothing to do with it. there was no one in the shadow of thy wing, and many things had gone on in the past years since yvonnet's mysterious dissappearence. many rumors had been spread from this topic, such as turning into thin air, hiding like a coward, and even death. the air equine only lived in dreams now. jenga too, was not truly sure if there had really ever been a lord of the lands before darkness shadowed everything he knew. yvonnet was only a fairytale hero. a coward. a theif, as some said. robbing them of protection, and everything they had been raised to turn to. as if the pegasus had turned against them all. but not even the grey lupe could even jump to a conclusion such as abandonment just yet. true, he may had been a liar, a cheater, a leige who's belief of hate ran deep - but he was also a believer, and a best friend to the mystical lord. trust was tucked way down, where not even the closest to him but yvonnet would have ever seen, and so, his journey had begun, far from acamar, to the lost worlds, and reaching to lustrous province, the home of a scent dissapperated, the only remnace, some dirtied and dried soil, a few sharp stones, and the mighty overlook of the great ocean that bound all residents as one.
Feathers fanned and recoiled, sending a short gust waywards of the enterance. the smog dangled low and heavy, tired, and slow, but remained seethrough. the canine found it hard to decipher what things had once been, trees drowned in the contents of murky swamplands, bamboo, burned to shreds. the wildflowers yvonnet had once found calming, torn, and dead, eroded. and no wind rustled the canopy of leaves, as there was nothing to give it form. no such substance remained in the vibes. this had been the opinion. until a quick wind sped, and danced through the treetops, making them bristle against one another. something was very wrong. very wrong indeed, as the steps of another through the now marsh came soon after.
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Pads had stroked gently, quietly, with discomfort. he was museless, without an attractive coat, and other things he would be recognized for. tala, and he, were only minor parts of the vibes, for only with them, there was havoc, and no center to what lay ahead. he wouldn't fear for his life, as there was nothing to do with it. there was no one in the shadow of thy wing, and many things had gone on in the past years since yvonnet's mysterious dissappearence. many rumors had been spread from this topic, such as turning into thin air, hiding like a coward, and even death. the air equine only lived in dreams now. jenga too, was not truly sure if there had really ever been a lord of the lands before darkness shadowed everything he knew. yvonnet was only a fairytale hero. a coward. a theif, as some said. robbing them of protection, and everything they had been raised to turn to. as if the pegasus had turned against them all. but not even the grey lupe could even jump to a conclusion such as abandonment just yet. true, he may had been a liar, a cheater, a leige who's belief of hate ran deep - but he was also a believer, and a best friend to the mystical lord. trust was tucked way down, where not even the closest to him but yvonnet would have ever seen, and so, his journey had begun, far from acamar, to the lost worlds, and reaching to lustrous province, the home of a scent dissapperated, the only remnace, some dirtied and dried soil, a few sharp stones, and the mighty overlook of the great ocean that bound all residents as one.
Feathers fanned and recoiled, sending a short gust waywards of the enterance. the smog dangled low and heavy, tired, and slow, but remained seethrough. the canine found it hard to decipher what things had once been, trees drowned in the contents of murky swamplands, bamboo, burned to shreds. the wildflowers yvonnet had once found calming, torn, and dead, eroded. and no wind rustled the canopy of leaves, as there was nothing to give it form. no such substance remained in the vibes. this had been the opinion. until a quick wind sped, and danced through the treetops, making them bristle against one another. something was very wrong. very wrong indeed, as the steps of another through the now marsh came soon after.
