Post by firefur on Aug 9, 2006 13:13:48 GMT -5
Large golden bodice moved across the land, whipcords playing with the wind.As the breaze flew through the silver grass it looked as if brilliant waves of purness was upon him, slightly settling him.
His kissers parted, a call of claimence trumpeting over these lands.These were his lands now, and he would protect and care for all who stayed here.
ooc-his name is death or glory
His kissers parted, a call of claimence trumpeting over these lands.These were his lands now, and he would protect and care for all who stayed here.
ooc-his name is death or glory
