Darkness will conquer all. For that is the way it must be. Love and light has always been stronger, bigger, better - well this time it's gonna be different folks. How much longer can we keep up the perfection?
Not long.
When the time comes that darkness and hatred and evil decimates all, we of the light will die. Either slowly or suddenly,
we will die.
Why am I saying this? After all, I am one fighting for the elven folk, those of fair flesh, righteous mind, and pure soul.
Why, then, would I be so negative to my own cause?
Because it is true - it is not negativity I speak, but the cold, hard, truth.
Alright alright - if it's the truth, why am I on this side? Honestly, who wants to die? Who wishes to fight a irrevocably losing battle?
Well, I suppose I do.
This is who I am.
Call me crazy, call me silly, Hell, simply call me an idiot -
But I never said your opinion matters to me.
Fine.
If fight I must, fight I will. If die I must,
die I will.

Hoofbeats in the distance...
Drums of war sounding from an unknown source.
And now a shrill cry, one that reverberates about the terra firma with unmatched power and intensity.
Now the frame of the unknown beater of the drum and bellower of the cry rises atop a hill in the lithosphere.
Thorns take on upright position, orbs of ebon tint flickering with unseen flames as they gaze about the fair topography. Chocolate coat shimmers with each slight movement beneath the face of a burning sun, it's golden rays unhindered by any white puffs within the blue yonder.
Daggers shift in the green quagmire, flaxen tassels of whipcord and banner whipping in the rich squall brought on by the cloudless day and lack of frondescence barriers.
Curvature arches, muscles tensing and mug dipping down toward chassis, each side of the jaw protecting pharynx.
Nares flare, the many scents of the dome flowing freely through passages to remain in the olfactory section of gray matter for the rest of the ess' lifespan.
With a short burst or carbon dioxide from velvet proboscis, hind pistons push off, front appendai raising slightly as the vixen leaps into a three-beat gait -
but to where?

.:.My Story Is Told.:.