Post by Saphira on Dec 31, 2009 2:25:27 GMT -6
Final Gift
Gliding like a ghost she came... In the dark of the night. Finely chiseled head held high, as Gift waltzed further into the land. Amber eyes scanned the land before her, and the mare kept to the shadows... For in the darkness she was born, and in darkness she would spend the rest of her life.
Anticipation coursed through her veins like fire as the dark mare stalked through the moon-washed land, searching, searching. Searching for what? Only she knew. Amber-flecked eyes were dark, unrelieved by the slightest gleam of mercy, by the slightest gleam of light from her surroundings.
Gift flicked her tail, and the mare reared up, screaming a clarion call to all those, be they near or far. For the mare of the night was here.
