Post by rolandcaldwell on Jun 11, 2009 19:43:48 GMT -5
A heavy mist hangs over ashen trees. The mist, nearly luminescent in the moonlight, slowly fades as heathen storm clouds roll across the nightly orb.
A wolf howls, and is answered by a bolt of fell lightning, far off across the moor.
The lightning flashes a silhouette of a figure. A man. Standing in the darkness.
"A storm is coming."
He cackles dryly. There's a muted scratch in the laugh. Like a sickness, unknown, but alive.
"Oh yes. A storm. A big Blow. Cold and rain. And... fire."
More hoarse laughter. The figure walks slowly forward. Another bolt of lightning, met with an unearthly crack of thunder. It lights the figure more clearly. Large, hulking. Long black hair hangs over his face, shrouding it in warm darkness.
"The storm will leave many in its wake."
The laughter again. Like a choking animal.
"And its name is Hurricane Caldwell."
The lighting flashes almost directly over Roland Caldwell's head, complete with instantaneous thunder.
The light reveals the sickening smile.
Static.
A wolf howls, and is answered by a bolt of fell lightning, far off across the moor.
The lightning flashes a silhouette of a figure. A man. Standing in the darkness.
"A storm is coming."
He cackles dryly. There's a muted scratch in the laugh. Like a sickness, unknown, but alive.
"Oh yes. A storm. A big Blow. Cold and rain. And... fire."
More hoarse laughter. The figure walks slowly forward. Another bolt of lightning, met with an unearthly crack of thunder. It lights the figure more clearly. Large, hulking. Long black hair hangs over his face, shrouding it in warm darkness.
"The storm will leave many in its wake."
The laughter again. Like a choking animal.
"And its name is Hurricane Caldwell."
The lighting flashes almost directly over Roland Caldwell's head, complete with instantaneous thunder.
The light reveals the sickening smile.
Static.
