Post by brokenwings on May 11, 2009 19:17:43 GMT -5
Fallen found himself waiting on the edge of the border. He wasn't entirely sure how he got there. He supposed it was due to his aimless wandering. Fallen waited. He shut his eyes against the dying sunlight and remembered the feeling. The feeling of want. What he wanted exactly was unclear, even to him. Whatever he wanted, Fallen was sure the need would be satisfied for who and whatever lied beyond the boundary. As he began to step within the perimeter, he saw a flash of black. Seizing his oppurtunity, and making quite the ruckus at the same time, Fallen pounced on his helpless prey. The magpie chirped and twittered, but to no avail. Fallen killed it and ate it. He once again sat and waited.