Post by Saphira Siparti of Elvinoire on Nov 25, 2005 2:26:08 GMT -5
A raven. She took its form and circled the skies like a bird of prey.
But alas. She was a bird of the hunted.
But tonight, she flew peacefully under the moon, a small black raven in the vast empty world. As the raven perched on the stone work, crumbling constantly, it change, without sound into a girl, also raven haired with skin that was so pale, it was translucent.
Saphira looked down and over the vast wasted stone work.
And did not speak.
But alas. She was a bird of the hunted.
But tonight, she flew peacefully under the moon, a small black raven in the vast empty world. As the raven perched on the stone work, crumbling constantly, it change, without sound into a girl, also raven haired with skin that was so pale, it was translucent.
Saphira looked down and over the vast wasted stone work.
And did not speak.
