thegreatmortality
The bellow smoked the fire, ashes falling about the room like a snow fall on a dark night. The body in the center of the room lay quiet, silent, still. For sometime the body had been like this, the night taking the life from the warmth of soul.
She crouched beneath the brush, bow drawn, arrow laced within the strings. The stag was stark white, its horns magnificent and tall. Taking the animal from the earth would not effect the forests life cycle, Orin was certain of that. She would respect the creature even after death, the elders taught her kind to treat nature with such deserved customs. Pulling back on the arrow, Orin prepared to release the sharp edged point aiming for the swiftest death to the noble beast.
Exsistance shades the shadow of death
Keeps the wicked at bay, while the innocent sleep
In the dept of the night, the stars beckon to
The moon, she shines, ever brightly.
The ants marched and kept their formation, rolling over the hill of the discarded picnic. Forging for what they could discover to insure their families exsistance and survival.
The salt of the dark sea was eminent in the air, as the Mary-Lou pulled into the harbor. Aboard it, a crew of at least twenty, their captain a well known trader of the tides.
Her father had been the captain of this ship before her, therefore after his untimely death it was by birthright bequeathed to her.
The offer still hung in the air. Emma could leave this place and seek freedom, escape the life she had suffered through or, she could stay.
Face the demons that lay before her in the wake of Danny's death.
She had had one chance to make the wrong wright, and she had been stopped in her path. The assassin had ended her conquest.
The evidence of her demise in the puddle of crimson pooling around the body that once held her exsistance, that now only held the reminder of what was going to be left undone.
She was the secretary but he could not approach her. She was important and he was nothing more then trash that littered the streets of the downtown.
He had known her all his life, sense they were children, yet the two had different paths and it had caused the one to drift from the other.
He had never wanted for this destruction to happen. Never wanted this innocent land to be burnt to ashes in the wind, nor for the people to be expired before they were meant.
All he had wanted was the destruction and devastation of those who had deserved the end the others had met.
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