Invader 
Post by SilverSergyon13 on Dec 17, 2004 14:38:03 GMT -5
I wrote this one night when it was vcery late and I was very tired. Make of it what you will...
Turning around, I saw the terror in her eyes as the change took me over. Bone and muscle melting and molding into a frame superior to the one prior. Claws sprouted like daggers from the tips of my fingers and my wicked smile turned into a sharp-toothed snarl. Black fur rippled across previously bare skin, while my brown eyes flashed hungry gold.
I have never experinced a better feeling then this one! Glancing to the side, I saw that despicable character still standing, awed with fear and wonder.
Looking around and seeing all the forest enveloped in the eerie glow of the Lunar's light sent a thrilling shiver throughout my body, leaving me with no choice but to thrust my head back towards the sky and let out a powerful, heartwrenching howl to my Master.
The blood of one will spill tonight, were the only words that could be heard through the rustling of the trees. They echoed like the hiss of Death himself.
Thats all I have written for that story. I find this story interesting, because I don't really remember when I wrote it. I also can't remember if I was in a good or a bad mood. It was probably just one of those times were u write when ur half dreaming.
Turning around, I saw the terror in her eyes as the change took me over. Bone and muscle melting and molding into a frame superior to the one prior. Claws sprouted like daggers from the tips of my fingers and my wicked smile turned into a sharp-toothed snarl. Black fur rippled across previously bare skin, while my brown eyes flashed hungry gold.
I have never experinced a better feeling then this one! Glancing to the side, I saw that despicable character still standing, awed with fear and wonder.
Looking around and seeing all the forest enveloped in the eerie glow of the Lunar's light sent a thrilling shiver throughout my body, leaving me with no choice but to thrust my head back towards the sky and let out a powerful, heartwrenching howl to my Master.
The blood of one will spill tonight, were the only words that could be heard through the rustling of the trees. They echoed like the hiss of Death himself.
Thats all I have written for that story. I find this story interesting, because I don't really remember when I wrote it. I also can't remember if I was in a good or a bad mood. It was probably just one of those times were u write when ur half dreaming.
