<i>Silently the senses abandon thier defences....</i> -- The Shadowlands

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Date Posted: 07:45:49 03/10/01 Sat
Author: Eisei
Subject: Silently the senses abandon thier defences....

Night time has fallen on the continent, making the world outside as dark as it is inside the heart of the Shadowlands. The wind rips through trees with sparese coverings of new leaves, blowing the chared outside of the trees away and scouring the trunks clean.

The land itself feels restless, adgitated, lonely, the feeling accented by the strugling new growth, and the still barren old growth.

Suddenly, it seems as though a force rises from the land, something dark, lost... It has no definable physical shape, no clear features, just... an overwhealming feeling of being lost and lonely, like a cub away from it's mother...

Suddenly the still air was torn with the sounds of howls, and it seemed the stars themselves shook.

The shadowlands itself were crying, looking for something lost... a name heard in the howls...

From the heights of the grey mountains, the cry is heard. The guardian raises her head, eyes suddenly worried. "The land is... afraid?" she whisperes. Afraid of losing someone...

She turnes herself into a patch of darkness and drifts towards the shadowlands. The land was old, it needed the Darklanders... not like the plains, they were young still, but here...

She snarles to herself and speeds up. IDIOTS!!

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