Thick fields of wheat and barley surround the old monastery, overgrown from a lack of harvesting. In the summer, the terrain is a bright golden brown. Spring and fall turn the fields a lush green and spots them with white flowers. Winter is white and gray, dead and silent.
<-Battle-Hymn-= Posted on October 19, 2009 at 01:09:39 PM by Raven
Raven watched her reactions how she acted until she spoke and gave a very quizzical look at being addressed as “sir” he even let out a little chuckle at the gesture it was so foreign to him. Raven was never called Sir, now Blade being a second yes he was a Sir to most but not a normal proven member of the Brotherhood. “Please just call me Raven, I think my twin brother would bust gut if he knew someone was calling me sir.” He chuckled good naturedly his tail waving about slightly as he learned her nickname. “But I will still take you up on calling you Sheka. It certainly is easier to say.”
The brute turned to look at the building then back to her her small posture suggesting she never had a chance to just let lose and be herself. He waved his tail. “Lead the way Sheka. I'll tell you about the places as we go by or you want to know about first before going to the normal boring things like...” He cleared his throat and adopted a monotone. “This is the Hall some members sleep here, to the left is....” He laughed a bit then continued, “Get my point right? So up on you paws we go!” The pure black brute was certainly cheery and but this nature was completely opposite of his brother's and of his battling personality a whole different story...
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child of fate - By shaktoolikOctober 19, 2009 at 10:36:31 PM