LoD Chapter 1- The Legend of the Salvaged Hope

TheBlindMime · 06-24-2005, 05:27 AM

Scratching his neck absentmindedly as he watched the action he merely snickered. "Will shadows always be Howl's problem, or will fate throw me a curve." His jesting mood seemed to have no bounds this day as he muttered his most recent sentiment. As the shadow charged towards him he made his decision, Howl fled down the path right towards the shadow his cloak rippling in the wind behind him, I'll end this in one move He leapt at the shadow throwing his right hand backwards, it became apparently quite quickly he had misjudged the distance to/and size of his opponent.

Howl's boot caught the shield before his face did, he let out a low groan as the sudden pressure of g's forced him down. Flipping backwards as the charge ended Howl watched the end of the path pass under him. His fingers grew cold as he threw them towards the translucent path, a spike of ice ripped through his cloak and into the path.

As he swung by his neck below the path Howl began to wonder if all jobs the Dragon's blood would be this glamourous.

06-24-2005, 05:27 AM	#21
TheBlindMime IGNORE ME! Join Date: Feb 2005 Posts: 2,218	Scratching his neck absentmindedly as he watched the action he merely snickered. "Will shadows always be Howl's problem, or will fate throw me a curve." His jesting mood seemed to have no bounds this day as he muttered his most recent sentiment. As the shadow charged towards him he made his decision, Howl fled down the path right towards the shadow his cloak rippling in the wind behind him, I'll end this in one move He leapt at the shadow throwing his right hand backwards, it became apparently quite quickly he had misjudged the distance to/and size of his opponent. Howl's boot caught the shield before his face did, he let out a low groan as the sudden pressure of g's forced him down. Flipping backwards as the charge ended Howl watched the end of the path pass under him. His fingers grew cold as he threw them towards the translucent path, a spike of ice ripped through his cloak and into the path. As he swung by his neck below the path Howl began to wonder if all jobs the Dragon's blood would be this glamourous. __________________ President of the Official Zombie Horde: Shambling mess / Friend of Zombie Bear I was just playing around with my imagination and then everything got INTENSE.