Post by racerxchick on Nov 24, 2008 22:56:11 GMT -5
The night air seemed to quiver in the mask of the hot day long since passed, yet here the cold lingered on even during those harsh climates like a failed desire. Clouds carried on forever grimacing upon the moaning world of the Fortress guarded angrily and mercilessly by the many soldiers of ill wills and darkness. The water, though sustainable, sat flat and glossy hiding the murky dark that wielded it suitable for the environment it carved about it, just beyond lay the stony ruins of Zilla's temple. The milotic rose, a serpent of the gloom barely wavering a motion to the pitch of darkness that slathered her pale hide, seemingly no more than merely a simple figure of myth rising from the depths save for the deep shades of violet and handsome breaks of lightning yellow. Blood stained eyes shifted warily to her surroundings, a small sigh protruding her vocals as she passed over the mud and green overgrowth onto the pallid, shallow terra. Something drew her here, something beyond her knowledge even in the years of her life, still young she knew she was yet vast wisdom held within her voids told differently. So she continued, worried not of what her fate led then for here she offered only herself as a member perhaps to that of Zilla's illustrious guard...
