Friday, November 04, 2005

cancy, this is for you:
(continuation from just now)
His wing membranes are the colour of wine held before a lantern. His claws and teeth and the spikes were as white as snow. His eyes, vermilion. (gleaming a terrible -shudder- glee) on his back there is a saddle, and in that saddle sits me.
where did he come from you may ask? (it is a great honour to even ride him)
he was a gift. from my half-brother.
do you know him? can you guess?
his name is..... Murtagh.
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michellE spoke her mind at 5:56 PM