Shadowywolves

With an angered rumble, the rain came. Fast and heavy, it beat furiously at the night swept landscape, turning choking dust to oozing mud in a matter of seconds. Commanded by yet another rumble of thunder, the rain beat faster, harder, if that was even possible. Angry autumn winds were awaked by such a storm, and vented their fury helter-skelter into the night. Trees bearing leaves of gold, red, and brown were thrashed about into a frenzied dance, loosing their precious cargo to the whipping winds. Saddened by their now bare appearance, yet unable to do anything about it, the trees groaned in soft unison, adding their pitiful sound to the orc

HUNTED AND SMOKED The Hunter ran quickly on all fours, desperate to escape the Survivors he'd just attacked, one of them, one with black hair or shit, had tried to blow his goddamn brains out! "Where'd the lil' fucker go?!" The survivor he'd sought as prey called after him, his Southern accent echoing through the near empty streets, only a few Commons lingered, and they died pretty soon. "ROEEEEEK!!" The Hunter screeched, desperately trying to find a place to hide. He turned round quickly to see if the Survivors were close, they were right behind him, sure, they couldn't see him yet, but a few more moments, and the girl with the sniper w

Part two of my retarded 'in between books' waiting for the characters of the Inheritance Cycle - by Christopher Paolini. I'm sure they're really bored; it's been quite a while (take a hint, Chris). Durza: Give me that egg!!! *snatches at green egg* Galbatorix: No!! Leave us, that's an order!!! Durza: I'm dead, what do I care about you?? *scrabbles* Angela: Oooh I'm going to be the next Rider, right?? I know it. I can feel it, just as I can feel that Elva is pissed off at me. Lemme touch that egg, you'll see what I mean. Saphira: *he likes me -pick leaf-, he likes me not -pick leaf-, he likes me -pick leaf-... Thorn: ... what about me??