The Last Enemy Flatlines
01-02-2014, 12:39 AM
A beast would wander alone, shadowed by the sun that dropped behind him; no more than an eerie silhouette of elegance, darkness strapped longingly to every bend and fold of his prime figure. Violet and gold would glow and fade, beaming and dulling within every moment their mother would slip; falling low, silently in the wake of the moon. The albino was as much a ghoul as he appeared, supernatural and cosseted, extraordinary, anomalous. But he was perfect in his differences, meandering with blinding ease, an angel crafted by the fingers of a higher being. And yet he was stronger than they, fierce, beckoning; a rival to every walk of life and a single man capable of brewing vicious wars. To wolves, he was vast, awe-inspiring- but here? Mountains towered the plains, rising and falling with great peaks of natural wonder? here, he was so insignificant. ooc; please don't join if Isardis knows your character, I want somebody really random! |