Post by .::Magical::. on Jul 24, 2006 14:13:41 GMT -5
The black figure moved with a kind of easy grace, too slow to be real. The grass fell dead around it as the thing moved through the stuff. It was a dangerous equine, a specter by the name of Silhouette. She would grasp you then kill you. Like a predator cornering its prey.
But you never knew that you were going to die before she killed you. Although the fact is unknown to many, specters can assume the shape of another living thing.
Dangerous things, specters. Maybe someday you'll meet one. That day will be your last.
Good luck if you do. You'll need it.
...
The specter rose up on two ghostly hind legs, a dark neigh emitting from her vocals. This particular area in these lands where hers, hers to start a specter herd.
But you never knew that you were going to die before she killed you. Although the fact is unknown to many, specters can assume the shape of another living thing.
Dangerous things, specters. Maybe someday you'll meet one. That day will be your last.
Good luck if you do. You'll need it.
...
The specter rose up on two ghostly hind legs, a dark neigh emitting from her vocals. This particular area in these lands where hers, hers to start a specter herd.