Anbira Hicchoru
May 13th, 2004, 08:35:14 PM
<font size=-3>OOC: Continued from <a href=http://www.sw-fans.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=35071&perpage=20>here</a></font>
The beast leapt through the air, intent sharp as daggers on its eyes as it destroyed its prey. Powerful jaws rent throats asunder, staining its tawny breast crimson.
The beasts eyes did not blink. The vision did not end.
The dark shrouded warriors advanced on the animal with sword and snare, and were all put to slaughter without mercy or relent. As the tide turned, a woman in white approached.
The beast leapt, its eyes gleaming.
As it regained its feet, its disposition was instantly tame. The bloodstained mane was immaculate, marred by no man's spilled blood. The woman in white approached the killer, without fear. She leaned forward and placed her lips on the beast's forehead, and the creature lay at her feet as a cub would.
With a wave of a hand, the woman cleared the carnage of the battlefield. The ground was red no longer, and the field was no longer the resting place of fallen men. There was only the woman, the beast, and the perfect sunrise...
Anbira woke from his dream in a cold sweat. Taking a moment to steady his breathing, the Jedi Master slowly slid from his bed, and padded out of his quarters in bare feet, with only a blue robe to cover him.
Sleep would not come to him tonight.
The beast leapt through the air, intent sharp as daggers on its eyes as it destroyed its prey. Powerful jaws rent throats asunder, staining its tawny breast crimson.
The beasts eyes did not blink. The vision did not end.
The dark shrouded warriors advanced on the animal with sword and snare, and were all put to slaughter without mercy or relent. As the tide turned, a woman in white approached.
The beast leapt, its eyes gleaming.
As it regained its feet, its disposition was instantly tame. The bloodstained mane was immaculate, marred by no man's spilled blood. The woman in white approached the killer, without fear. She leaned forward and placed her lips on the beast's forehead, and the creature lay at her feet as a cub would.
With a wave of a hand, the woman cleared the carnage of the battlefield. The ground was red no longer, and the field was no longer the resting place of fallen men. There was only the woman, the beast, and the perfect sunrise...
Anbira woke from his dream in a cold sweat. Taking a moment to steady his breathing, the Jedi Master slowly slid from his bed, and padded out of his quarters in bare feet, with only a blue robe to cover him.
Sleep would not come to him tonight.