Post by howler on Mar 28, 2010 21:30:58 GMT -5
The legend of Minca
In the gentle bush of the light brown wheated field stood a gentle creature of orange and white,a quick glance of this creature you would assume it must be a fox but eyes are meant to be fooled by those who wish to shield themselves.
Many men worked hard plowing and raking for wheat,sweat gradually fell from there faces in the days sun. The smell of there manly hood mixed with the summer air filled the field in an odd aroma of there hard work. It was the time of year to start farming again and the times were not good the Soulless a race of emotionless warriors taking the land for themselves manly just expanding there own for there own goals.
Four boys of the look of it were eight ran through the fields with sticks pretending to be warriors of the old days when mortals were the ones taking the land not losing it. A gentle beast stood before a small battle field that happened a few days back. It was a group of dead bandits all laid atop of each other next to one grave. The grave was made for a young boy that died long ago at the age of Fifteen.
A fox resided next to the grave for a moment moving around sniffing the dead bandits. The fox was no ordinary fox it was an Artic. Artic's were a rare and majestic race only born next to a grave where a battle had started and ended. Artic were opposite sex of the one who resided in the grave but were born from soil and was the deads same age and they simply never age. Artic all have a foxes form which is there true form but they can take a human form that still slightly resembles a fox,keeping the foxes tail and ears.
In the gentle bush of the light brown wheated field stood a gentle creature of orange and white,a quick glance of this creature you would assume it must be a fox but eyes are meant to be fooled by those who wish to shield themselves.
Many men worked hard plowing and raking for wheat,sweat gradually fell from there faces in the days sun. The smell of there manly hood mixed with the summer air filled the field in an odd aroma of there hard work. It was the time of year to start farming again and the times were not good the Soulless a race of emotionless warriors taking the land for themselves manly just expanding there own for there own goals.
Four boys of the look of it were eight ran through the fields with sticks pretending to be warriors of the old days when mortals were the ones taking the land not losing it. A gentle beast stood before a small battle field that happened a few days back. It was a group of dead bandits all laid atop of each other next to one grave. The grave was made for a young boy that died long ago at the age of Fifteen.
A fox resided next to the grave for a moment moving around sniffing the dead bandits. The fox was no ordinary fox it was an Artic. Artic's were a rare and majestic race only born next to a grave where a battle had started and ended. Artic were opposite sex of the one who resided in the grave but were born from soil and was the deads same age and they simply never age. Artic all have a foxes form which is there true form but they can take a human form that still slightly resembles a fox,keeping the foxes tail and ears.
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