Post by A C H I L L E S on Jan 9, 2012 11:11:50 GMT -5
The gentle sounds of the ocean were nothing but annoying ambiences. Its waters were to calm to settle Achilles' restless soul. Soaring high above the Great Basin Achilles could see just about everything from the small fiddler crabs weaving in and out of the moist hoof prints left by wandering souls and to the distant ruins that lay north of the beach. His smokey grey eyes spotted a suitable place to land, stretching his massive wings he decended. With a thud the massive brute landed his ebony hooves sunk into the moist earth with some sort of suction he remained there. His massive wings curled before him like a fan of some sorts.
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