Post by ambiancedreams on Oct 24, 2006 0:15:44 GMT -5
*There as the tall, cloaked image walked along the outskirts of the lands. The rustling of dead leaves crumbling beneath her feet, the sound of the wind, a low howl, as her green hues looked about a little confused, somewhat dim in tone, as if telling an untold story. Above her head was a dim grey orb, one that recorded her actions and words for others to see. The wind blew back the cloak of her hood revealing the red tresses that loosely towered over her shoulders and back before she cleared her throat, making sure she projected loud enough to be heard, she began speaking, though it seemed she was speaking to no one*
What.... what's happened to us? We've let one weak land tear us apart. The dark union that has been formed seems shattered! Has everyone lost their passion, like those on the dead land have lost their souls?! They have become meer puppets, but we have a voice of our own. So, why has everyone went into hiding? *She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts before she proceeded*
What are you hiding for? There is no reason. If there is some form of dark life upon this land, then give me a sign. Come to me at any moment you feel my presence, shed blood with me and show me that passion still rolls on. If not then we have become nothing but a withered land, and things that wither will eventually blow away with the rolling gusts.
What.... what's happened to us? We've let one weak land tear us apart. The dark union that has been formed seems shattered! Has everyone lost their passion, like those on the dead land have lost their souls?! They have become meer puppets, but we have a voice of our own. So, why has everyone went into hiding? *She paused for a moment collecting her thoughts before she proceeded*
What are you hiding for? There is no reason. If there is some form of dark life upon this land, then give me a sign. Come to me at any moment you feel my presence, shed blood with me and show me that passion still rolls on. If not then we have become nothing but a withered land, and things that wither will eventually blow away with the rolling gusts.