Re: The Necromancer's Pact VIII: The Rising Tide
"You shouldn't need words. Not now." His eyes drift again to the birds. "You have wings, yet you don't fly."
His scowl fades and his gaze returns to the birds. The icy breeze tosses his hair about, the feathers within bending and leaning, but never coming free. His light sleevless shirt billows like a flag. He waits for a reply, but halfheartedly. A part of him seems lost on the wind.
Last edited by Koji : 04-24-2007 at 11:07 PM.