Post by Amoria on Jan 3, 2007 12:53:30 GMT -5
Amoria gazed at the stars above heads of family, pack, and enemys as they swirled around about to fall off the edge of the earth. Her matters were done here, a useless varg, a memory of everyones imagination. He past made her known and forgotton and good deeds and bad deeds became a torment that were ever she went, her life would be ruined. Her past filled with magic, black magic, that hung over every shadow. She looked back to her den and forard to the emptyness before her. The magic forced its way out every paw step till a vortex formed infront of her and took her away to less than a memory... a spirit.
