~.::How It Ends::.~

[gold feathers]

So basically the game goes like this. I will give you a sentence and the next person will have to write another sentence. And another person will have to write yet another sentence. This way we will make a story. Any made up character can come in at any time but it has to make sense. And don't crash in new characters all the time. Let them have a break.

Off we go.


The trees gently swayed as the wind passed through the forest. A wolf walked in the distance.

[Ex0rcist]

He cast his amber eyes towards the dim forest, baffling within his own thoughts and wonderment.

[duna the killer]

The forest has always been his home, yet he wondered how safe he was in it.

[Vespian]

A subtle, yet decipherable whisper would encroach within' his sense of hearing, it's vile lisp and ominous aura seizing the canid into that of fear, "When a mad man laughs, a demon is always nearby to enlighten him into the dark you know..."

[Wolfie_Lover]

The wolf was baffled, he had no way to figure out what that meant, nor where the whispering came from.

[Ex0rcist]

"Who are you in which to speak in such a precarious manner? Is it to strike fear within my distilled enclosure, because I can tell you that there will be nothing to cause my hallowed bones to tremble," the brute stated after endless wondering, he remaining with a stolid expression.

[Vespian]

Yet, despite the male's monotonic response, silence would become inevitable as the only reply.

[Wolfie_Lover]

The brute shrugged it off, continuing his walk throughout the forest, trying to forget the words, which only came back louder than the time before.

[Ex0rcist]

Seeing as there was no else he could say, he quickly dwelved within his thoughts once again with no ounce of interest embroidering his delicate mind.

[Vespian]

Pirouetting his skull, with a memor alluded with that of the past, his sanguine-hued irises would focus themselves into the encroaching darkness that weaved throughout the landscape before him.