Post by maybaby40 on Jun 11, 2006 23:44:47 GMT -5
Bloody daggers pranced pon the turf gouging holes, marring it's sweet surface. The cursed light above showed his coat to be dried blood spilled pon the sand. His Tongue forked as his ancestors lying unto the native peoples of the world. His name however spoke the truth as one must in that cursed language. Bloody Dagger. For surely that was him. He had no love 'cause he had no heart. A black pit awaited in its place to eat your very soul. He was daring and thingyy as he was yet young. Who, he wondered, would dare present himself to him? He was scared 6 times, He who had won 6 battles, He who had killed 6 foes? It was time to find who would be with him and who would perish.