TOO SICK TO PRAY }solstice challenge

*Valentine* · 11-26-2014, 09:57 PM

A blanket of snow coated the battlefield. Here and there the pristine white was marred with blood, the snow disturbed and the ground below made visible. It was eerily quiet; only the occasional groan of the wind and the crunch of snow underfoot reaching his ears. As he approached, Valentine was struck by how desolate the field was, how void of life. There was an ethereal calm about the place, as if the dead gathered to watch. It set his teeth on edge.

By the time he arrived Valentine was wholly claimed by the atmosphere. He moved with grace, but the ever present fluidity was marred by a tense edge. He stopped on the fringe, frosty gaze sweeping over the participants. Devoid of emotion, he simply observed. There was no doubt in his mind who would come out the victor, but he wasn't one to stand on the sidelines and cheer. His presence spoke for him.

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