THE HAUNTING
07-25-2014, 08:44 PM
He had sworn silently within his wits of his imposing arrangement; the determination that rattled his mind had cast sinister thoughts of unsullied reign upon the quaking folds of his famished superiority. He would wait for his daughters instigation, impatiently await the haunting cry of a fledgling queen as she marched her people to revenge? alas, as a man with poor tolerance of time, Isardis had strayed from his own promises. First light cast lengthened shadows across gravel soils, waltzing eerily beneath the beating jugular of the heavenly usurper that ascends The Battlefields endless margins with a grace that had grown so infamous. Delicate plans had unravelled, and no longer would he wait for the beckoning of war. No, today, he would endow extended sanctuary upon his family in the form of a sickening bawl, an abominably musical cry for Covari?s reviled leader. Isardis vs. Desiree for Covari. |