Post by <=|iorec|=> on May 16, 2006 16:07:39 GMT -5
You hear whispers of Affradyte upon the passing winds. A young Hxllion of Neutral alliances. The rich blood coarsing through the viens of this brujen be Andalusian. The rotations that the wanderer hath wandered 4.
For many a year since his first years in adulthood, hath this young stag wished a herd of his own. Raised naught in a herd, but in secrecy, due to his light mother and dark father. Not a rightly mix indeed, but this stag, hating both darks and lights for casting him away, he hath chosen a neutral path, and belongs in alliances with them. Now not a youth but a stallion, he wishes to give his foals a life he never lived, the security of a herd guarded by a wise, powerful brute. He now wishes to claim rule over the Bleary Basins, to raise a neutral herd in peace, under his watchful eye.
For many a year since his first years in adulthood, hath this young stag wished a herd of his own. Raised naught in a herd, but in secrecy, due to his light mother and dark father. Not a rightly mix indeed, but this stag, hating both darks and lights for casting him away, he hath chosen a neutral path, and belongs in alliances with them. Now not a youth but a stallion, he wishes to give his foals a life he never lived, the security of a herd guarded by a wise, powerful brute. He now wishes to claim rule over the Bleary Basins, to raise a neutral herd in peace, under his watchful eye.
