Post by Nehafil on May 2, 2006 20:37:41 GMT -5
There are rules that govern the world. ancient rules. One says that to every positive, there is a negative. To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Its pure, simple physics. Undeniable law. Of course, sometimes the opposite seems a bit... sordid, but it is all in a purely natural series of events. Of course, as stated, some opposites arent quite clear at first...
Another good rule of the universe is that, at any given time, you can stumble across a clearing in the woods that happens to have no one around...
It was in a clearing in Fenrir's Wood where three very special figures met. The first came at the stroke of one of the clock in the AM. The second came an hour later, and the third an hour later than the second. The third came at three of the clock in the AM.
When the first came, he traveled on a horse. It was an ashen grey horse. The figure atop it came wearing a robe of semmingly purple silk. It was not the purple of lavender, but the purple of royalty and power. Below his robe was a breastplate that looked to be from ancient Rome. His legs were dressed in roman armor, also. The shadow from his robe covered his features...
He dismounted from his horse at one end of the clearing with a heavy thud. The horse then trotted away, into the early morning mist. The robed figure surveyed the clearing around him, snorted, and leaned against a dead tree, waiting for his fellow Grigori.
A ray of moonlight landed on Samyaza of the Grigori's face, and showed his features. His hair was golden, and laid in locks around his face. He had no beard, and no stubble. His features looked as cold as the stone they seemed to be chisled out of. His eyes, though blue, were stone. He had seen much with them, and they were now numbed to the outside world. Samyaza, one of the chieftens of the Grigori, waited in silence for an hour, awaiting his brothers.bg
Another good rule of the universe is that, at any given time, you can stumble across a clearing in the woods that happens to have no one around...
It was in a clearing in Fenrir's Wood where three very special figures met. The first came at the stroke of one of the clock in the AM. The second came an hour later, and the third an hour later than the second. The third came at three of the clock in the AM.
When the first came, he traveled on a horse. It was an ashen grey horse. The figure atop it came wearing a robe of semmingly purple silk. It was not the purple of lavender, but the purple of royalty and power. Below his robe was a breastplate that looked to be from ancient Rome. His legs were dressed in roman armor, also. The shadow from his robe covered his features...
He dismounted from his horse at one end of the clearing with a heavy thud. The horse then trotted away, into the early morning mist. The robed figure surveyed the clearing around him, snorted, and leaned against a dead tree, waiting for his fellow Grigori.
A ray of moonlight landed on Samyaza of the Grigori's face, and showed his features. His hair was golden, and laid in locks around his face. He had no beard, and no stubble. His features looked as cold as the stone they seemed to be chisled out of. His eyes, though blue, were stone. He had seen much with them, and they were now numbed to the outside world. Samyaza, one of the chieftens of the Grigori, waited in silence for an hour, awaiting his brothers.bg