BOF-Book of Fate- Insert 1

Dear Velveeta,

      BOF is no longer allowed at Capito. Its’ powers are far beyond my, or the councils mind. It must be destroyed, soon. Please understand dearest, it’s for our safety that it be destroyed. If we don’t dispose of the power soon, I fear it could take more lives.

                              Sincerely,

                                       James

One letter, one fate, both lost on that very same night. Even as the horseman rode as fast as the four winds, he was too weak for the power within BOF. As soon as the horseman was found dead, the city of Capito flew into a panic. Soon after this, BOF was taken to the graveyard, where it was planned to be burned. Until James suddenly arrived, his eyes distant as Velveeta’s had been. He took the book, BOF, and ran away with it. Neither he nor the book, were ever seen again….

Random thing LOL

Silence of the Roses,
Dangerous in their own way,
May the one's above us guide us,
on to every day.

Migration of the Soul~ Entry 1

The sky was harshly blowing wind across Glaz's face. The frost dragon let out a lone roar, his migrating companions sizzled with hatred toward the young one. His huge wings slapped at the air and his body shook violently. Yes, the young dragon was....not used to such harsh treatment from the winds. For it was his first migration to the icelands in which his kind made home. Glaz spun in the air, his wings coming to his body, then leaving again to snap out and level himself. The winds closer to the clouds seemed less dangerous. Though his companions failed to see his mighty body, he was content. Which by his book was fine! His ice blue eyes, matching the color of his scaled skin, skimmed the USA. A place he had be warned of. It was dangerous, as was any place inhabited by humans. His kind had been easily removed from existance by humans. Now he and his siblings were devoted in finding other Frost Dragons. Glaz rose his head, and shot a puff of ice out of his nose. The ice turned into raindrops, creating a storm cloud not far. Intresting...a young Frost Dragon was always full of his surprises.

Napie's Peak~ Entry 1

 The crisp cold air nipped at the paws of the traveling huntress. Drool flowed from her slobbery lips as she tensed in the evergreen bushes. Waiting....just waiting for her chance to strike. Napie, a young coyote, or yodi, was hunting. It was her chance to show her pack she was a fine huntress. Her big brown eyes, shadowed by her reddish brown fur, were pinned onto the pulse. The pulse which lay beneath the husky neck of a bull elk. One by one, her paw's shaped the earth in a silent way. Her body creeping forward as the time seemed to drain from her body and soul. Flea's bit at her hide, bees and flies both buzzed in her furry ears, but nothing stopped the huntress. She stopped, dead silent in a sea of noise insects and waited. The bull elk rose his head, and Napie then BOLTED. She slammed her weight into the elk's neck, enclosing her jaws around the husky skin. Her drool slimed his skin and made it hard to hold on as the wild ride began. Soon blood slowed into Napie's mouth and the bull's struggles grew more and more feeble. At last, after a hour of fighting. Napie had claimed her prize, food and now a future for her pack.