Silent One

<font color='#0000FF'>Day: 27th
Month: Mia
Year: 81378 (4)




LoneShadow shook his great head and growled softly warning those that he could hear that he was not in any mood to be disturbed. The growl was soft yet beneath it was a dark and cold rage that warned of dangerous power. Even with the mastery of dark souceries, Lone often had to fall back on his massive built that was enough to inspire fear in anyone who saw him. An leader needed that advantage. He had left the Dre-Seynor clan and left a 'dragon by the name of Mandrake to look after the clan for him. Even leaders needed a break every now and then. This was just a long break. Six years to be exact.  He knew the clan was capable of taking care of any threats or problems in his absence. Only those that were both wise and strong were born in the Dre-Seynor clan or outsiders that had incrediable potentials were let in. A giant paw smashed a stray rock underneath it's weigh. Lone grumbled angrily as he tried to stop his mind from thinking about the clan but instead concreate on the beautiful mountain scenary. He padded along silently. Sometimes the rocks that happened to be crushed underneath his weigh were the only sounds of his arrival. He softly sang a battle song underneath his breath as he continued a slow pace. He had all the time he needed.

come and join me in battle lad
for we go to war to save our fair land
come and join me oh lad
for we go to war to save our fair land
feel the hiss of your claws
breath in the scent of fallen blood
know you the victor oh lad
come and join me in battle lad
for we go to war to save our fair land!

This was the song LoneShadow sang. Even he admitted it was not that great a song compared to others that inspired courage and anger within battles. LoneShadow knew what it was like to be in a war. The numerous scars on his silver fur told of that. His soucery had been up against other masters and he smashed them with ease with a few dark words. Aye, battle was a great experiance for him. He enjoyed it when thousands of voice sang in unison as their claws hissed in the air slaying enemies. Yet, that was a long time ago and now the clan had known peace for nearly one hundred and ten thousand years but Lone was not meant to be dwelling on past memories. Instead he should have been looking torwards to the future but here he was remembering the past. He growled softly yet again as he attempted to think only of the future while his silver  form slipped silently through the mountains.</font>

 

<font color='#0000FF'>(( yeh it is an open topic ))</font>