First off, went to a fleamarket this weekend! Bought a new knife to use
during college, if its needed. Its really nice, only cost me $7.
Sharpened, easy to open... I'm definately ready for the school year.
lol. I'll try and take a picture of it or something, I dont know. Look
under switchblades, and its blue. What need is there for a pic, really.
Second, I started a story for this b/g... but I dont like how its going. I'll post it anyway to prove that I've tried...
Story based on pic- 2
(Thanks to those of you who commented, this is my second
story now from this artists’ pictures. Hope you like it…)
Lightning
flashed in the sky above the sacrificial crypt, thunder rolled across the
plains, and Maygan of the Lyracon tribe remained braced to fight whomever, or
whatever, would appear. Her light brown eyes sparkled determinately and the
tribal red and black tattoo on her back moved sinuously with her every motion.
She was
eighteen years old, many times younger than most men of her clan, yet she
remained the only one brave enough to face the mysterious beast. Maygan had
chosen herself as sacrifice to the monster knowing that no one else would
willingly be it's victim.
The rain
would arrive eventually; she could feel it's current beating against the sides
of her stone prison. Her arms prickled with goose bumps and the silver bands
around her skin were cold to the touch.
They had
predicted that the creature would show itself around midnight. The tribe had
left her, seemingly fearless on the outside, around eleven. Surely an hour
passed already, torches on the walls flickered eerily, they were her only
source of light. Once the candles burned out completely she’d be left in
pitch-black darkness.
She had no
weapon to speak of, not a sword or dagger to use as protection. A sacrifice she
was, and a willing one at that, there would be no need for her to injure that
which would devour her.
A low growl
from the depths of the tomb echoed sinisterly throughout the large confines.
Her eyes alone betrayed fear, both her stance and mind-set were situated on
courage. She first saw the beast, no sound came from it's sharply clawed paws.
It's eyes
and nostrils burned red as if from lit from the depths of a sword smith’s fire.
Teeth sharp as blades came together as the creature snarled and growled it's
way toward her. Maygan stood her ground refusing to give in to terror.
Two horns,
resembling that from oxen, stood white against the monster’s head. It's ears
were the same color, tinged in pink, and scaled as if the bloodlines of a fish
existed in its pedigree.
It's neck
was long and thin, tapering to a body made purely of muscle. Not an ounce of
fat could be seen on it's dog-like figure. The eyes of the creature hadn’t wavered
from her once, but it's growling had ceased as the distance between them
lessened.
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