Before her stood those who would dare to call themselves her judge and have come to bring her down. But on this first day of the solstice they would know fear as her roar broke the still air, only at this time would they have the though of how wrong they were to come here.
By the noon hour the medow now red with blood, thier bodies lay broken and scattered about like leaves. Only one stood, only one who took in the cool air of life. And with little more then a passing glance back at the medow, spread her wings and took flight and then was gone.
The title sums up the picture, heres Sar`Lotha Fola in a less then happy mood. Haven't figered if I'll do a background or leave it as is,
Hope you like it.
6 years, 6 months ago
24 Nov 2012 11:58 CET
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