Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Jan 27, 2006 13:21:34 GMT -5
In the beginning, my friend, there was light. The earth was formed, and from the barren rocks of the Desert, and Arab King was born...
Heavy hoofbeats sounded, as the proud Arab brutus galloped, free as the wind, t'wards the barren Royal Land Brythem. Without a breath, a blink in his icy gaze, he did not halt, but reared into a wild buck for freedom. Mighty voice sounded, roared through the peaceful country.
"The Lord is here, followers. Avalanche has claimance over Brythem. Thee shall not live without my permission on these heavenly lands. All who are here, hear my call. I, Avalanche, am your Lord!!"
It rang, echoing, and then shivered to a halt as 'e thudded down on iron daggers.
The Lord Avalanche was Back.
Do not cross, but do not fear, friend. Avalanche, friend or foe, is home.