Post by rema on May 22, 2007 12:06:41 GMT -5
Ghostly wind howled, crashing against the gray old ruins. The air itself was full of eerie fear. Any who thought they were sane, would swear that they saw apparitions among the stone. None strong enough could bear staying the night in such a cold and frightening place.
The perfect place to met a fellow cell mate from some years ago......
A tall cloaked figure strode confidently through the mist that surrounded the aged citadel. She walked with a staff in one hand, held horizontally, ready to be thrown if need be. She stopped in the middle of the ruin, looking slowly about. Nothing stirred, save the weeds when pushed by the wind. Green eyes peered out from underneath the hood. The woman looked up at one high stone. Tall it was, almost as tall as a pine. She went to it, looked up, bent her knees, and leapt up. Her free hand, suddenly with long claws, grasped the stone, tightly. With her other hand, she strapped the staff to her back, and continued to climb until she reached the flat top. She sat there on the edge and began to stare at the far off ground.
A slow hour went by, but the woman did not move a muscle........that is until she saw.....a large, grey cougar, cautiously weaving through the ruin. She stiffened...and jumped from the stone. Before her feet met the earth, the cougar looked up and jumped, with unnatural quickness, away for the woman was landing too close to him. Once she had landed, her eyes began to shade with dark red, her teeth lengthened to sharp points, and an animal-like hiss left her mouth. The cougar hissed as well. For a while, the two looked menacingly at each other. Then, the cougar suddenly stopped...and began to form. The gray fur seem to sink into his now light skin, the tail melded into his back, leaving a long patch of gray hair. The formation soon stopped, leaving a lean, solemn man with his right leg, from the knee down, as a cat-like leg with a padded paw, complete with sharp nails. The man had streaks of dusty gray in his dark blonde hair and his attire was only a pair of ragged pants, cut at his knees. The man stared at the woman, standing slowly. The woman took off her hood, revealing dark skin, black hair, and the rare beauty you would find in some evil place of the world. The man walked slowly towards her........they both embraced each other like a brother and sister.
"Kunga. You survived," the woman said bluntly.
"And your stare hasn't changed, Rema."
Rema touched his hair and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.
(Anyone care to intrude, please)
The perfect place to met a fellow cell mate from some years ago......
A tall cloaked figure strode confidently through the mist that surrounded the aged citadel. She walked with a staff in one hand, held horizontally, ready to be thrown if need be. She stopped in the middle of the ruin, looking slowly about. Nothing stirred, save the weeds when pushed by the wind. Green eyes peered out from underneath the hood. The woman looked up at one high stone. Tall it was, almost as tall as a pine. She went to it, looked up, bent her knees, and leapt up. Her free hand, suddenly with long claws, grasped the stone, tightly. With her other hand, she strapped the staff to her back, and continued to climb until she reached the flat top. She sat there on the edge and began to stare at the far off ground.
A slow hour went by, but the woman did not move a muscle........that is until she saw.....a large, grey cougar, cautiously weaving through the ruin. She stiffened...and jumped from the stone. Before her feet met the earth, the cougar looked up and jumped, with unnatural quickness, away for the woman was landing too close to him. Once she had landed, her eyes began to shade with dark red, her teeth lengthened to sharp points, and an animal-like hiss left her mouth. The cougar hissed as well. For a while, the two looked menacingly at each other. Then, the cougar suddenly stopped...and began to form. The gray fur seem to sink into his now light skin, the tail melded into his back, leaving a long patch of gray hair. The formation soon stopped, leaving a lean, solemn man with his right leg, from the knee down, as a cat-like leg with a padded paw, complete with sharp nails. The man had streaks of dusty gray in his dark blonde hair and his attire was only a pair of ragged pants, cut at his knees. The man stared at the woman, standing slowly. The woman took off her hood, revealing dark skin, black hair, and the rare beauty you would find in some evil place of the world. The man walked slowly towards her........they both embraced each other like a brother and sister.
"Kunga. You survived," the woman said bluntly.
"And your stare hasn't changed, Rema."
Rema touched his hair and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.
(Anyone care to intrude, please)
