Post by brokenwings on Sept 2, 2008 11:15:02 GMT -5
Brokenwings was stalking around the Meadow. Coming across boulder in his path, he began to speak. He coiled his muscles and easily cleared the jump. There was no one around. At least visibly.
"What do you think?"
About what?
"I don't know. You're in my head. You should know."
Think on your own. It's fun.
He finished his talk and hissed. He wanted to fight. Bad. It was like a hunger pang after a famine. Being thirsty after a drought. He was easy to please. A good fight was enough. He sat down and looked around. Yeah, good a place as any.
"What do you think?"
About what?
"I don't know. You're in my head. You should know."
Think on your own. It's fun.
He finished his talk and hissed. He wanted to fight. Bad. It was like a hunger pang after a famine. Being thirsty after a drought. He was easy to please. A good fight was enough. He sat down and looked around. Yeah, good a place as any.