Post by Claw on Jul 1, 2006 10:40:34 GMT -5
It was cold on Balor's needle, despite it being just after midsummer. Claw was floating above the viewing platform, frowning. The world was so dark sometimes. Things went wrong so often. He himself was incredibly lucky to be alive, and only good friends and copious amounts of magic had kept him alive. He carefully inspected his own hand and the lattice of black lines which had been showing recently. The only problem was, he had no idea what it meant. And that frightened him. It was the beginning pangs of worry that would grow to panic and then terror.
To take his mind of this , he cast his magic to the city, and roared around it in his magic. Roads flew past at stupendous speeds, but he felt that terrible feeling still clinging to his bones. With a crack, his magical self whipped back to his body. The webbed lines on his hand were clearer now, and he felt them caustiously. They felt dark, but at the same time they felt like him. He shuddered at this thought.
He slowly lowered himself to the viewing platform, and let his hair whip with the wind that rushed past. That shadowy thought kept lurking in his mind, but he tired to brush it away. Sadly, it didn't work very well...
To take his mind of this , he cast his magic to the city, and roared around it in his magic. Roads flew past at stupendous speeds, but he felt that terrible feeling still clinging to his bones. With a crack, his magical self whipped back to his body. The webbed lines on his hand were clearer now, and he felt them caustiously. They felt dark, but at the same time they felt like him. He shuddered at this thought.
He slowly lowered himself to the viewing platform, and let his hair whip with the wind that rushed past. That shadowy thought kept lurking in his mind, but he tired to brush it away. Sadly, it didn't work very well...
