Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 15, 2006 15:53:16 GMT -5
Chaifed, alaabastor lengths hauled a mass to alliance them unto the unbaiding terrace. The gutteral thrum of flintfall sounded in the deep for the first time. Stagorian grunts calibrated from widened cavernesques with the effort of driving his corilage. Jagged ruts and userped turf were but minute evidences of his passing upon the topography.
A shrill tempest reverbrated from shadowed velvetines as a spattered ash summit was thrown onto the winds. A call of ownership over these terraces, which, in the sullen hunter's steady and piercing gaze, would do as a home for him to contribute to his race and produce rebel offspring of his own.
Takhard appendages tensed thier cordage as they lengthaned thier strides, carrying him ever onward unto the heart of the godforsaken realm, until they stretched, halting the bleating sturge's frame completely in one agile notion. Fronten of the four were thrown from thier places upon the sod and left to flail on the aire as yet another cry was sent forth as claim.
