Post by nyro on Jan 23, 2006 18:19:23 GMT -5
The darq ceazar wandered into the new terra with pedistals moving like lightning. Lands like these have never been seen by ebon optics that dwell in sockets of visage held high by Nyro. The tangerine brute swivels around at the tiny crackiling sound of a twig being broken. Scarlet fluid oozes from a small wound to the sholder, freshly received. Globes flick from the place in the wood were the sound had been emited then to the gash in his side. The wound would heal without problem in nothing interfeared. But these lands are new, his thoughts turn to others of his kind, defending there territory?
A low growl is emitted from ebony stained kisser to the surrounding. Velvits curl as he waits for a reply. Nyro is eager to prove that his wound dose not dull his strength, yet does not truly know this fact himself.
No reply, is his only thought, I must be hearing things.
Nyro slowly turns his dial to the star and notes its position in the seemingly endless mass of oxygen. He shudders slightly at the thought of the long night ahead in these new lands but remains calm.
The lengthy locks that grew from his bod stirred in the wind as he began again to canter threw the darkening forest to find a place to spend the night...
A low growl is emitted from ebony stained kisser to the surrounding. Velvits curl as he waits for a reply. Nyro is eager to prove that his wound dose not dull his strength, yet does not truly know this fact himself.
No reply, is his only thought, I must be hearing things.
Nyro slowly turns his dial to the star and notes its position in the seemingly endless mass of oxygen. He shudders slightly at the thought of the long night ahead in these new lands but remains calm.
The lengthy locks that grew from his bod stirred in the wind as he began again to canter threw the darkening forest to find a place to spend the night...
