Post by kitsune on May 18, 2008 19:27:16 GMT -5
He hopped across the ground like a carrion-bird on a battlefield, tiny red wings flapping violently to propel him forward. Every so often, he glanced up at the intimidating fortress, as if reassuring himself that he was going in the right direction; not that you could miss it. The castle was a dark blot on the horizon, and the surrounding residents’ hearts.
Blackspeck was here to become somebody and join the horde; Arceus’ knew his name was a setback. Blackspeck? What had his mother been thinking? It wasn’t an intimidating name. He wasn’t an intimidating spearow.
He was going to start at the bottom of the totem pole and stay there for quite a long time.
The violence of living with the Horde was certainly an added benefit, though; Blackspeck had always been a bit morbid when it came to fighting. As long as he was stronger than his rival, he knew how to fight.
The tension in the air around him seemed to crackle with static as he rearranged a few crimson feathers on his right wing. Every feather was glossy, some glittering with dew. Vain wasn’t the right word for him, but he certainly did like looking groomed.
Finally, the little spearow reached the massive gate. He glanced up a moment, grey eyes assessing the height. A Hordemember would eventually come around, and they’d probably give him enough time to explain that he wanted to join.
“Knock-knock…”
Blackspeck was here to become somebody and join the horde; Arceus’ knew his name was a setback. Blackspeck? What had his mother been thinking? It wasn’t an intimidating name. He wasn’t an intimidating spearow.
He was going to start at the bottom of the totem pole and stay there for quite a long time.
The violence of living with the Horde was certainly an added benefit, though; Blackspeck had always been a bit morbid when it came to fighting. As long as he was stronger than his rival, he knew how to fight.
The tension in the air around him seemed to crackle with static as he rearranged a few crimson feathers on his right wing. Every feather was glossy, some glittering with dew. Vain wasn’t the right word for him, but he certainly did like looking groomed.
Finally, the little spearow reached the massive gate. He glanced up a moment, grey eyes assessing the height. A Hordemember would eventually come around, and they’d probably give him enough time to explain that he wanted to join.
“Knock-knock…”
