The days closing in and im dying out

Thunderous paws Stamp the virgin soil in the glory of the blood that seeped down the gullet an hour before. The victorious feeling after puncturing those ivory fangs into the neck of the tranquilized prey. It was just a little piercing he thought. Shaking the large cranium the russet leaf would fall slowly onto the hard floors; a crimpled little thing; dread the days when you become an old brute, the only good thing you'll be rewarded with is the knoweledge of experience. Damn that can make you feel old.

Exhaling the oxygen into the solitude air the forms of whisps race out in search of another; before deceasing into the other land of immortality. What would it be like on that other side. Is it like all say? alone in the hells of your nightmare afraid of your own shadows? Nothing but a chuckle would escape the large maw of the huge brute. Echoing through the silence of the atmosphere. Was there anyone spying on this Siarvon? checking out his dominant posture and the way he moves?

Icy hues scan the area covering relentless distance of nothing. Nothing at all. But thats the thing. This muscular creature knows someones here; waiting to seak him out and evaluate his weaknesses and strengths. He was here. In the lands of Ludicael. Oh the satisfaction that would bolt across the skeletal spine reaching this place. Its time. All he had to do is wait. Siarvon knew that someones scented him out.. his alluring musky scent would trail behind as he tread forth. Inches away from stepping into there territory he tensed. no, he's not a stupid man; he knows what he has to do and just simply wait for a lucky soul to seek him out.