Wrynn 1349 Share Posted November 30, 2015 (edited) Throughout the sound of Vailor, not even a preacher beckoned – the night was silent, and so was the day. The ever lurching cooing with a low pride, hidden yet setting a spiral of events into motion. The few sprouting unusual thoughts as they stood contemplating their whispers – the whispers of a faint, rasped and potent voice.Throughout the sound of Vailor, the whispers begin to rise, calling to all those who lie within the lug. The toll of the mind the whispers give is but tautness upon another. Soon the click turns louder, and louder – as the whispers fade to dust.Throughout the sound of Vailor, the beckoning turned. Edited November 30, 2015 by Wrynn Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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