Post by darkstorm on Apr 17, 2006 20:57:23 GMT -5
Raven sat in the bitter cold of the night, her eyes looking at the prey scuttling among the dead leaves. The moon was now a crescent, the stars bright. The wind brought a dead calm, and stirred within With Raven. Her green eyes lowering. She was convinced now the wind and stars and moon was trying to tell her something, yet she was too oblivious of what they said. No one noticed her, no one cared, to everyone she was a fake, a shadow, nothing. Her heart cast into the void.
