Post by \\Leviathan// on Feb 7, 2006 20:34:12 GMT -5
[The fair star Sol caught the droplets of aquamarine that fell without ceremony to the sod. But to the fine hotblooded equid that now stood upon the terrain it had all the regularity of a ceremony. So often had he laid flints to land, yet he never found what he was looking for. He knew not exactly what he sought, only that he never found it. And so, the calling of the sea from whence he came always sent him on his way. To new lands, new quarrels, new waters. But always the same dream.]
Silent beats tremble the soil as the slender hellion drew away from the element that had claimed his past so many times. A strange, smug expression spread across his chiseled profile. He did not care what happened. No matter what, the sea would call and someday he would disappear once again.
Silent beats tremble the soil as the slender hellion drew away from the element that had claimed his past so many times. A strange, smug expression spread across his chiseled profile. He did not care what happened. No matter what, the sea would call and someday he would disappear once again.
