Post by color on Nov 26, 2006 15:06:23 GMT -5
Xzelo put his first iron forward and then the next. His figure didn't lurk to far into the actual terra. He was frightened that his presence would bring about a disturbance. Xzelo shook his crane and its long banner flowed with it. He attempted to scare away his nerves and vex the true dark in him. His maw inhaled and exhaled in turn. A loud nicker was given to allow his presence known. Xzelo scorned down at the cool dirt. This land seemed to be the coldest he had ever been in. Xzelo's mind wandered. He recalled things from his old wasteland that were almost opposite to this place. He was happy here, and Xzelo didn't wish to go back.