Post by brodey on May 16, 2007 19:04:23 GMT -5
The murky river crept it's way across the barren valley. A waning moon moon shone it's pale light on the land. With a bloodied javelin in his hand, the centaur stood alone in the shadows, waiting, watching. He took a few silent steps into the pale moonlight, it's faint glow causing him to look eerie, wild.....terrifying. The light shone off the scars across his haunches, making them look deep, dark. His devilishly handsome face was set in an expressionless mask. Those roan-hued eyes burned with a fearsome fire. A reddish-brown mane tumbled down his tanned, muscled back, while a bow and quiver full of poison-tipped hung at the ready. Across his lean body, a blood bay/dark chestnut coat shimmered with power. As he looked around once more, he drove the javelin into the black earth and engraved his name. Without a sound, the centaur disappeared into the shadows. Now all who came here would know. The Dark Lord had arrived..........