Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Dragonstryder's December 2012 entry
The she wolf ran with all her might and speed. Could she get there, to this battle before it was too late? She heard of this McMichael, that he had never lost a battle. That he had a way of bringing people together that normally hate each other, but yet would all fight under his clan. The clan of the Roaring Moon, It was said trained in all types of weapons and strategies so that could defeat any army.
There it was, the cliff, she made it. She saw over 300 archers standing on top looking down waiting. Some shadow elves, some elves, and a few other races. She stopped and looked over the side and it was true what she heard. There stood an army of near 2000 of different races and in the middle was a hybrid were-lion standing over 9 feet tall. He was like no other she had ever seen or heard of, the raw power of his body could be seen from this height.
She looked past and to the horizon to see the army of the Southern Cross. The ones that had killed her pack and she was going to have vengeance on them. She found a way down the 200 ft. cliff and headed to McMichael’s. McMichael’s turned and watched the large black wolf with red strikes in her fur head towards him putting his hand out to keep his soldiers from raising arms against it.
She shifted and before him stood a red skinned woman fully clothed with midnight black eyes and black and red hair. “I’m a rune singer and I come to aid your army and avenge my pack!” McMichael’s looked at this beauty and smiled “Then join us she-wolf and let us spill there blood this day together for there is plenty to go around. They say about 10,000 troops stand against us so I hope you’re hungry because I only intend to leave one of them alive! What’s your name?” “They call me Jaz.”